Lorenzo Yabut

“Missing Piece” by Lorenzo Yabut

Submitted to Contest #97

                                  missing piece By  L.P Yabut  Oscar Diaz thought today was fine day to ride his bike along the roads, highways and intersections in the city, after two hours of thrill and excitement from seeing the whole city on his bike, Oscar found himself looking up the magnificent water fountain in limestones and marble that was built before a...

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“Guest At The Homestead” by Lorenzo Yabut

Guest at the homesead By  L.P Yabut It was raining bullets in the cold night; the steaming train gave one loud honk as its wells scratched over the tracks when it reached the station of Redfield’s Station in a small town of Redfield. Summer was dying and spring was being conceived. A tall man with black hair wearing a big black coat, holding a cane in one hand and a bag in the other emerged from the smoke and peered around and saw passengers like him make their way out of the station. He stepped casually and looked around aloofly at the...

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“Guest At The Homestead” by Lorenzo Yabut

Submitted to Contest #96

Guest at the homestead By  L.P Yabut It was raining bullets in the cold night; the steaming train gave one loud honk as its wells scratched over the tracks when it reached the station of Redfield’s Station in a small town of Redfield. Summer was dying and spring was being conceived. A tall man with black hair wearing a big black coat, holding a cane in one hand and a bag in the other emerged from the smoke and peered around and saw passengers like him make their way out of the station. He stepped casually and looked around aloofly at th...

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“Guest At The Homestead” by Lorenzo Yabut

Submitted to Contest #96

Guest at the homestead By L.P Yabut It was raining bullets in the cold night; the steaming train gave one loud honk as its wells scratched over the tracks when it reached the station of Redfield’s Station in a small town of Redfield. Summer was dying and spring was being conceived. A tall man with black hair wearing a big black coat, holding a cane in one hand and a bag in the other emerged from the smoke and peered around and saw passengers like him make their way out of the station. He stepped casually and looked around aloofly at the...

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“Red Feather” by Lorenzo Yabut

Submitted to Contest #95

 Red featherBy L.P Yabut The room was filled with anxiety and grief; me, my Mom and my Grandpa were all in the living room watching the news. I wish what we were watching was just some dull and uneventful commercial, but as fate would have it, we’re watching bulldozers readily lined up at the entrance of the woods that was a thick wall of pine trees with powdered snow on the leaves like frosting. The pine trees just stood there tall, firm and unafraid. Before the bulldozers made tracks on the snow and tore down the first tree,...

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