IM SALAZAR

“"The Moon and the Stars"” by IM SALAZAR

Submitted to Contest #47

You wake up--- labored breathing, droplets of sweat make you dewy; you look around to see if it were all a dream. Was it all just a dream?  * * * * * * * * Her face is beautiful. The light’s rays dance across her pale skin, her lips thin into a smile, you watch her as she watches you watch her and the only sound for miles is her soft, almost uttered laughter. Then she throws her head back in laughter and looks at you with eyes of defiance, kisses your nose, and falls into the feathered fields and disappears. You panic, searching fo...

4 likes 0 comments 0

Read story

“"Three Triangles"” by IM SALAZAR

Submitted to Contest #42

Her long, wavy brown hair curled at her cheeks as each strand danced in a gleeful, melancholic way. Her stark red lips made her wan skin look paler. Her eyes were brown, but they possessed the blue of the sea and the green of the fields and the gold of the sun-- looking into her eyes meant you saw the whole world, as if from a spaceship up in outer space… up in outer space. All the way up there where there is only you and your thoughts and the thousands of stars to watch you dance naked in your mind, to scream as loud as you can, to cry at t...

5 likes 0 comments 0

Read story

“"In Search of Home"” by IM SALAZAR

Submitted to Contest #41

Desmond is loyal, patient, kind. Desmond listens, he holds you, he wipes away the tears. Desmond is everything you could wish to have in a best friend. Desmond is a good boy, middle-aged- seven years old in human years. Desmond is also a black Golden Retriever. His buddy is Arney- a white human male, single. They live in a house that is small, but perfect for the two of them. Desmond grew up with Arney- he’s known him since he was a little pup, the runt of the family. But Desmond hasn’t seen Arney in two days, and this confuses him. They hav...

8 likes 0 comments 0

Read story

“"Snow-like Sand"” by IM SALAZAR

The lulling waves curl up upon the shore, rising tall, trembling, for every fiber in their being fears the inevitable and with a sigh of relief and loss of hope, each one falls onto the shore, foaming away with their demise. But there was something so beautiful, so calming about the dying waves, giving, perhaps, a new perspective of life. Their deaths play a soothing melody of white noise as I watch them, rocking in an old, peeling white wicker chair. I am bundled up in a sea of cloths- two blankets- one with large crocheted holes and the ot...

1 like 0 comments 0

Read story

“"Distopian Utopia" ” by IM SALAZAR

Submitted to Contest #30

A year had passed since little six-year-old Candace’s mother had died. She and her father moved away since their old house was haunted by too many fading, painful memories. This new house was quite old and decrepit and, really, the furthest thing from “new” there was. Everything was crumbling and falling apart, but it had to do. They had very little money, left with the debt of hospital bills and mortgage from the old house, and her father’s student loans, still. He had three jobs- seldom sleeping, seldom eating, just barely getting by. So, ...

6 likes 1 comment 1

Read story

“"Minefields- A Walk with OCD"” by IM SALAZAR

Submitted to Contest #3

I check the lock of the door once on the inside and then again when I step outside. Once I step onto the concrete path, I turn right and walk until I reach the main sidewalk. Turn left to go for either a typical walk, to take the 22 Clark bus or the Metra train, to go to my girlfriend’s house, or to get a donut or ice cream. Turn right to go to either the grocer’s, Warren Park, my best friend’s house, or for an atypical, rearward walk. Today, I think I will take a typical walk. Turn left. Two steps in the first sidewalk square, then thr...

3 likes 0 comments 0

Read story