Salvador Ulloa Jr.

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“When Fortunes Change” by Salvador Ulloa Jr.

Ned searched frantically around the pool. Maybe he could find enough change to buy an ice cream, at this point anything would help. He stole a quick glance back to where his best friend was sitting wrapped in a towel. Asher was shaking despite the warmth of the day, it didn’t look like he was going to stay conscious much longer. Ned kept up his desperate search, wondering how things could have gone so wrong.****The morning had started just like dozens of other hot summer days. Ned rose from his bed a li...

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“No Looking Back” by Salvador Ulloa Jr.

I make my way up the stone walkway that leads to the front of my mother’s house. The path cuts through the manicured lawn that stretches out in front of the ivory façade with its large gapping red entrance. She has taken exceptional care to restore the house to its former glory, even the old basketball hoop I installed over the garage has been removed and the paint has been redone to eliminate any imperfections.I still remember the day we moved into this house. The summer before I started high school my parents decided t...

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“The Smoke Behind the Veil” by Salvador Ulloa Jr.

“Carson, your grandfather escaped this morning!” my mother’s voice is shaking with panic when I answer the phone.“Escaped seems a bit dramatic don’t you think?” I say playfully. “I mean, seriously, it’s a nursing home not a maximum-security prison.” “I am not being dramatic. I have no idea how he managed to get out of there alone…” her thought trails off for a minute before she screeches into the phone: “Carson, did you help him escape?”“First off, it was far too easy to be considered an escape.” I can hear her g...

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“Better Late Than Never” by Salvador Ulloa Jr.

I pull my phone out of my pocket as I turn the ignition in my car. The screen lights up the interior and I see three voice mails from Cassie. I dial her number as I throw the car into drive. “Mason, where the hell are you?” the anger in her voice amplified over the speakers when she answers on the second ring. “Abigail is losing it, she won’t even get her costume on because she doesn’t want to go without you.”“I know, I’m leaving base now. Just tell Abigail to get her costume on I’ll be there shortly.” I speed out of the ...

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Author bio

I am a father of three amazing boys, just trying to find an outlet for my own creative energy. I love writing about family and spend a lot of time focusing on characters and their connections. This the first time I have put any of my writing out there and I am just hoping to have fun and get some feedback.