A short preview of my best works. Each page is an excerpt from each following title.

1. BUS STOP
I waited under the glass dome for what seemed like an eternity. A dust storm was coming and I
was growing more and more impatient by the minute. Rattlesnakes slithered across the dirt path
and sand like they were gliding on water. Water…. I had an incredible thirst by now. I unzipped
my canvas bag and pulled out the canteen. Shaking it over my mouth until not even a single drip
came out. Empty, great. Tumbleweeds blew past me, leaving somewhat of a cool breeze in this
steamy, arid air. A rattlesnake slithered between my legs and started winding up as if to bite me.
I lifted up one leg and came down hard on its skull with the Silver Star on the back of my boot.
Red.
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“I’ll ask again, mind picking that up for me?”
Again, I gave him silence, still digging with my heel.
“Pretty please?” He said with an agitated voice.
“Sure, see where being polite gets you?”
As I slowly bent down to pick up the beads, his leg started extending outward.
“Dumb putó, get up right now”.
I coughed up blood. How hard had this bastard kicked me in my face? But no matter what just
happened, I wasn’t getting up. I was laying belly down, and then another kick, and another, on
my back. And then a barrage of kicks. Of course this fool wasn’t really damaging me under my
bulletproof vest and heavy cloak but I let him enjoy the moment. As his foot came down for the
last time, I rolled out the way and tripped him, making sure to drag his foot into the hole I was
digging. I dropped the blood from earlier into the hole, so he was in for a little surprise. While he
struggled to get his foot unstuck I unscrewed the vial cap and tossed the venom from earlier in
his face. He let out a blood-curdling scream and dropped to the ground, making his friend i
n the car stop his music and hop out.
“Shit”…

2. Jazmine and The Jazz
Jazmine took a seat at the bar. Clouds of smoke filled the air. In the dim light, only shiny glasses
and lit cigars could be seen. The jazz band up front on the stage could be heard perfectly from
way in the back. They weren’t bad, but they certainly lost their rhythm when the lead player
would step away for a smoke or drink. The leads head sweated under the profuse light, he often
looked up, way to the back of the lounge, eyes wondering until his gaze locked with Jazmine.
There must’ve been a billion people there that night but she somehow knew he was staring
directly at her. “I’ll take a Shirley Temple”, said Jazmine to the bartender ever so coolly. He
took his time, leaned over the bar chatting with a local, until he finally nodded in
acknowledgement. Jazmine tapped her feet against the stool she sat at, tapping to each smooth
note until the rhythm died out again. The lead player stopped again, gently putting down his
saxophone. The band struggled to pick up his pace. He smoothly glided off the stage into the sea
of people. Everyone parted the middle, making a perfect path for him to walk through. He pulled
up a seat next to Jazmine. “Aye Frankie”, said the bartender. “Aye”, replied Frankie coolly.
Jazmine, now stirring in her chair stole a look with excitement. Frankie looked over, “light my
cigar will ya?” “Uh sure”, she reckoned. Shuffling through her purse, she looked up again and
forcefully smiled until her hand ran over the transparent pink lighter. Time was frozen. The fluid
contained within the case rolled back and forth like mini waves. Frankie already had a cigar
ready in his mouth.
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A cool wind rushed between her legs and carried on, dragging leaves with it. She shivered and
held herself tightly. Frankie called out after her “Hey!” She walked faster, paused, and turned
right in the alleyway. Frankie finally caught up and draped his leather jacket over her. “An angel
like you shouldn’t be out here all alone”. “Thanks, it was just the smoke, I couldn’t stand the
smell” said Jazmine. “Oh yea? Well mind lighting me another one?” Time froze again. Jazmine
reached in her purse, searching for the lighter. Her delicate fingers ran over the carbon silencer.
Frankie dropped his cigar and dug it in the concrete with his foot until all the embers died out.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out another cigar, this time bigger, and wrapped in gold
paper. “Celebrating for something big huh?” said Jazmine curiously. “Yea, it’s my band's 5th
anniversary tour. “Must be nice, moving from place to place, hooking up with whoever you
want” said Jazmine humorously

3. Unlimitedly Limited
Mr. Geodekker tapped his long ruler on the chalkboard. I didn’t bother to look up, and turned back to the window. Gage reached
back and handed me a slip of paper. I didn’t remove my gaze from the window. Out of my peripheralvision, I saw his arm reach
back over and then toss theslip of paper to thewindow. I picked it up and sighed, giving Gage my deadeye look.
“How can you be so cold on a warm, lovely day like this?”
I uncrumpled the slip of paper when Mr. Geodekker tossed a piece of chalk right past my head, just barely missing my ear.
“Damn, what was that for?” I said.
“Don’t curse in my classroom, and don’t go around passing notes...” I romped in my seat. “This noteisn’t even mi—“. I stopped
myself and took the blame.
“Now come put thenotein my hand”, commanded Mr. Geodekker. I stood up. All eyes were on me; I ignored them as I pushed
my way up the aisle. Something was stirring up inside me. Theaisles seemed to stretch miles wide and there was a hard lump in
my throat. I was stranded on an island... in the middle of an ocean. Then the island flipped and I was drowning in a sea of fear.
What was this?My shoulders weighed a thousand tons and I didn’t have the strength to lift my head high. By now I was sure
everyone was laughing and pointing but my eyes stayed glued to thefloor in front of me. My face was blue as I forgot to breath.
Clumsy and awkward now, I shoved my way up to the last row, by the teacher’s desk. I could feel theevil eyes on theback of my
neck; they pierced right through me. Mr. Geodekker grew impatient.
“Well… whenever you’re ready I suppose”.
Bryson got up and yelled across theclassroom.
“HEY, YOU GONNA PISS YOUR PANTSOR HAND MR. G THE NOTE?”
I didn’t turn around, but my fists were clenched.
“I’m just as eager as the next guy to hear this little noteof yours read out loud. Then everyone will see how gay you are.” My
nervousness now turned into rage.
“Why don’t you kneel down in front of me so I can piss on your face”. Bryson stood up and walked towards me.
“Passing love letters during class is strictly forbidden, fag”.
“BRYSON!” screamed Mr. G
I pushed all the desks out of my path and met him halfway. He got in my face and smacked thenote out my hand hard. Time
froze.

4. Intangible
Intangible/Intangible
No strings attached
But that was the past
I’ve long cut that connection
It’s just too bad when I think of your smile,
I still feel attached
Surrounded by light we were, but together?
Something alike a natural disaster
The perfect storm, the thought still rattles my soul
Truth is we had potential
We wanted to grow old in love
But I also wanted what was bad for me,
Like forbidden fruit your warmth is poison
I put all of the old news behind me,
You wide eyed fiend
I see a pool of stars in your eyes & could stare endlessly
Your mysterious smile, like Mona Lisa
Could’ve been holding your hands to the grave
Skeletons- dead, but

5. Souled Away
Sometimes I wish I was hit by a truck or taken by some natural calamity. Such as a violent
tornado, that would carry my body dozens of miles away. Maybe even to another continent.
Maybe far out there I would finally discover who I was. But suddenly the sky started to weep.
The wind swayed magnificently
“Pfft. Suck it up,” I breathed, punching the air.
I didn’t even notice Maria slip outside onto the porch but she hit my arm,
“You suck it up.”
“You know that doesn’t hurt anymore right?”
“Yea, yea, whatever, come back inside before you catch cold,” said Maria.
Obeying her, I rolled back into the house, and then slid the door shut. Zira came up to me and
started to purr. I snatched her up and sat her on my lap. Zira was a rescued kitten my father found
during his travels. He claimed the cat followed him around the town during his stay and he
couldn’t help but bring her back. Zira was pretty odd all right, just like my father, so I can see
why she’d take a liking to such a man. The kitty was now grown of course; black and sleek like a
panther. Zira slinked around the house all day on all fours, pretending to pounce on imaginary
prey.
Sword Fight

6. With a sudden explosion of sparks in the air, the two were at each other’s necks again. Khatami
gripped his sword hard with one hand, violently slashing at Yugo, and sent a swift leg flying at
his stomach, kicking him several feet back while he attempted to dodge the initial strike. Yugo’s
stomach bent inwards with the kick as he crashed into several small stone statues, crumbling
them as he tumbled. His sword case clicked as he drove his sword into the ground, cutting
through the wood mats, he regained his balance and slid to his feet. Khatami ran towards Yugo,
dragging his sword in one hand. Yugo jumped to his feet and flipped frontwards on the tip of
Khatami’s blade as he attempted to strike him. His robes sailed through the air and floated like
they were over a vent at the bottom. Khatami buckled under the strength of Jugo and his sword
spun into the air like a flipped coin, just the butt of the sword hitting his chin.
“Ow,” said Khatami calmly.
The air around the dojo was sharp and intense… Sharp enough to cut one's face with the
guidance of an also very sharp blade. All was silent except for the clashing of swords.
“Hmph. They don’t call you “Kite The Swift’ for nothing, after all,” said Yugo, heaving his
burly self at Kite with all his weight.
Kite evaded Yugo, a trail of dust jet behind him. Kite then dropped to the floor, as Yugo chopped
away at his head. Kite extended both feet and attempted to swipe Yugo to the ground. Yugo
jumped over his tricky feet and came down hard on Kite with two big elbows.
“Tsk.”