John The Shepherd

John The Shepherd by Hector M. Rivera Prologue The hooded figure darted from shadow to shadow blanketed by a bright noon day. The gutted torn buildings gave birth to crooked shadows like some demented Dr. Suess nightmare. Empty rusted cars provided his cover as he slowly neared his prize. It was being guarded by aContinue reading “John The Shepherd”

“The Well”

“The Well” By Hector M. Rivera 3/31/2012 I fell and fell way down the well and plunged into the water. The freezing grip made me forget the villains who put me under. Shivering, I clawed and screamed my hope to save myself, Yet all that heard my cries of Hell bounced back way down theContinue reading ““The Well””