Moonless Nights

  Then we were silent. What else could he say? What else could I say? It was just so weird. I felt so out of place. That’s what happens when you live like Rapunzel in Tangled. “Do you want to take a walk after we eat?” He asked. “Yeah I guess. I hope it’s not as awkward as this moment.” “I’m sure we’ll find something more in common. Do you like to write?” He asked. “No, I like to read.” “I write short stories.” “You do?” “Let me guess you had a certain profile for me and writing doesn’t fit in it.” “Well sort off.” I smiled. “I couldn’t help it.” “You’re wrong about me Allyson Curtis.” “Here is your food.” The waitress interrupted. It wasn’t until after dinner that we found ourselves walking on the sidewalk. We stopped by the bakery and picked up some cinnamon buns. We sat at the park and had tried to talk some more. “So when are you moving?” “A couple of weeks my parents said.” “Maybe we could be pen pals or something.” He joked. “Unless you get...

The sun was rising in the Hamilton’s mansion as the automatic lights turned off and once again allowed the sun to be the only source of light in the home.   From the distance you could hear a few horses running away and Anthony the caretaker along with his son Tony were letting them free and providing the horses with hay. The mansion had a small stable where they kept the horses; they were the only animals that Katherine allowed. Each girl was allowed to have a horse as long as they promised not to bring any more animals into the house. He placed the tray on a small table Alexandra kept in her bedroom for those days she simply wanted to eat alone. It was an excellent morning and he found his wife standing by the window. She was admiring the sunrise and so Marshall wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. “I thought I should bring you some breakfast.” “Thanks sweetheart.” She lightly smiled at him. “I thought we would be joining the family downstai...

El ensayo: “Los cerebros que se van y el corazón que se queda”, de Magali Garcia Rami es magnifico. Me hizo pensar mucho en mí misma porque mi familia inmigró a los Estados Unidos cuando yo apenas tenia 4 años. Lloraba todos los días, extrañando como nadie se imagina a mi país. Especialmente a mi madre que aún seguía allá. A los 22 años que tengo ahora, ya estoy acostumbrada a vivir aquí. Pero no hay día que no piense o hable de mi país y de esa vida cotidiana y tranquila que se vive allá. García Rami menciona en su ensayo que los inmigrantes o cerebros tienden a reunirse hablar de el país que tratan de no añorar y esa es la realidad.               Cada vez que viajo a la Republica me toma unas semanas adaptarme. Ya adaptada, no quisiera regresar a esta país al menos que no sea de visita. Las reuniones entres vecinos, la confianza, y ese precioso mar que nos rodea, me convierte en una persona tranquila y en una persona ...

Chapter One The lights were turned off. There wasn’t a person in sight. Snow was lightly falling. I got off the bus like I always did after my night shift in the hospital. I worked there cleaning the offices. I don’t know how it happened. I was walking down the block and like I said before it was pitch black. Usually the lights were on but lately it was costing the government too much money to keep a street light on. I’m being sarcastic about that. I heard footsteps behind me. I don’t like people walking behind me, so I stopped walking. When I didn’t hear footsteps I looked back and a guy was standing there. He had a knife in his hand as if he was ready to attack. If I turned around he was going to kill me. Alexandra froze. Her eyes looked deep into the eyes of the young man. He had a beard and by the look in his eyes he probably hadn’t slept in months. He was probably another homeless guy that had been killing anyone that had some money. Alexandra had just...

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