Esteban Fernandes

“The Pioneers” by Esteban Fernandes

Submitted to Contest #90

The large spacecraft had made it’s entrance into earths orbit eons ago. Fuel spent and no hope of returning to the mother planet. It’s precious cargo of pioneers braced for impact upon earth’s surface. It hovered and slowly descended toward the landing area below what would be named Queens Mountain in Twentynine Palms, California. The Ship landed on an area now known as Tortoise Rock Casino. The landing had been uneventful and the pioneers were accepting of their fate. It was up to them to live or die in the new land. They made the best o...

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“Oz” by Esteban Fernandes

Submitted to Contest #85

   “That’s the thing about this city It only appears every 99 years during the seventh full moon of the year like magic at the top of the valley, overlooking this gentle river.” The old hag pointed in the direction of the hill with a flat area on top. “The clouds come overnight and in the morning at sunrise the city appears like gold for 24 hours till the next daylight and vanishes again for 99 years, it’s the Emerald Ci...

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“With a little bit of Luck” by Esteban Fernandes

Read End of the world as I know it first.My name is Huck, yeah just like in the book by Mark Twain. Twenty years ago my Dad was convicted of bank robbery and sent to prison. I never knew him but my mom did for a short time she says. He was a charming, handsome guy with a swagger and a smile that could make gals swoon. A real devil with a drug habit. Well I don’t know much about that. I’ve never met him because he’s been in the Federal Prison Estill in South Carolina, Or Estill. Huckleberry Finn’s father was a criminal to...

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“The end of the world as I know it.” by Esteban Fernandes

Submitted to Contest #79

I had a bad day as the song goes. The only person I loved betrayed me, my cousin. It started few years ago in a small desert town out west, between the mountains and sagebrush in the town of Creosote Springs. A new graduate of the local high school bent on finding a way to support myself in the world I applied for a position at the Starbucks on Highway 7. The manager Lea and I hit it off right away during our interview, ...

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“Halloween” by Esteban Fernandes

Submitted to Contest #65

Halloween and the Coven was ready to conjure their dark arts. The thirteen had been texting back and forth all month long among themselves. All of them had reached the required age to perform this event. Groups of three were assigned out of twelve, the high priestess was the coordinator to lead the final outcome. The gothic mansion was at the end of an baseline road. It had been built in the later 1500’s by a c...

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“Fuego” by Esteban Fernandes

Submitted to Contest #64

Sparky raised her feline legs and stretched out herself on the soft leather couch. It was morning and the trash men had just passed. Friday, trash day and the truck was loud enough to wake her up. Cinder and Ash the two Alsatians she shared this home with her master were barking at noise of the trash truck. The pair made their rounds outside before entering through the doggy door. They had been up before dawn with their noses in the air and paws on the ground. She rarely got excited over anything except food time and the occasional mouse,...

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“Pumpkin Spice Latte” by Esteban Fernandes

Submitted to Contest #63

Mary’s physician’s assistant had given her a gift card because of her wellness check. It was an out of the way coffee grind located on the other side of town in the hospital, her doctor said it was great! We jumped on the city bus along with our citizens. It had been unbearably hot and humid and the local folk had dressed accordingly. I was in a Chewbacca Star Wars T-Shirt, shorts, sandals while Mary was in a short yello...

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“Apple Streusel Crisp” by Esteban Fernandes

Submitted to Contest #63

The leaves whispered spiraling down among the hallowed ground of harvest time. The orchard softly spoke to the ripe fruit to awaken and shine. We were gazing at the orchard from the last hill above the small access road along the hillside, nearly 5100 msl. I looked over to her on my left as the breeze moved her hair with the wind. The auburn tresses danced and moved to the music of the trees in the golden afternoon sun. We had hiked to the point for about 20 minutes from the road.We had been there many times this year. This fi...

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