The Canyon

The lone cloud above the man in the canyon top silkily slid across the deep blue sky. His submachine gun was pristine. The ripper catching sun and shadow in its malevolence. The man was patient, waiting for the right time for his assault. It was imminent, as the doomed enemy platoon squeezed through the canyonContinue reading “The Canyon”

“A slice of my heart, good Sir?”

“A slice of my heart, good Sir?” By Hector M. Rivera 11/7/2013 A slice of my heart, good Sir? The contents are Sweet and Bloody. I dig the graves where bodies lay, from far and wide thieves plunder. It must appear quite foul to thee The sword and arrows dangle, the rotten meat oozes beadsContinue reading ““A slice of my heart, good Sir?””

“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””