CATEGORY: Darkside Fiction
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Josh Curtiss | August 8, 2009 |
I walked. I walked and walked and walked. I walked north on Montes Oca, cut up Avenida Martin Garcia, threw and threw into the curves of Parque Lezama.
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Jack Green | July 24, 2009 |
trapped deep within uncertainty waiting for the sun to drop the moon to show its smile.
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Jack Green | July 14, 2009 |
just another bus ride, an hour, two, it’s all the same.
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Jack Green | July 13, 2009 |
you come out late at night stinkin´ of that booze
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Josh Curtiss | July 6, 2009 |
I got away from the park as quickly as possible, as if a physical distance from the stabbing could diminish my memory of the blood spilled. I walked briskly south, drinking absinthe in empty streets, and got on the first bus I saw.
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Josh Curtiss | July 2, 2009 |
After leaving behind Martín and that drug den, I walked north on Avenida Cnel. Diaz to Calle French and entered through the black wrought-iron gates of Parque General Las Heras.
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Jack Green | June 28, 2009 |
i puked on a man´s shoes once
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Jack Green | June 26, 2009 |
to salvage a pair of nice eyes to look at among all the ugliness people possess
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Jack Green | June 24, 2009 |
i was riding the subway into town one morning, and at one of the stations, a young man got on. i immediately noticed that he was kind of strange,
Darkside, Darkside Fiction
By Josh Curtiss | June 22, 2009 |
Everything was haunting me, the specters in my bedroom in the mornings. In sweats of fever, apparitions tapped my shoulder, dirty and destitute children, and I was certain— absolutely certain— that they were me, staring back at them.