Short Piece of a Piece

(Date unknown –from the sounds of the writing, I would say this is probably something from my mid-twenties.) “It’s a wonder we are still alive,” Jean cried as she lay, covered with soot and cuts dripping blood, near the railroad tracks. She was once Caucasian, but now looked a new ethnicity of black and crimson.

Sandra Dracul

  (There was no date on this, but I did find comments written in green, so I can assume this was some sort of writing class assignment. By the looks of some phrasing and “character notes” at the end, I can also assume this was a free-writing activity.)   There are no shadows when you

Quit consumin’ and start producin’ (11/18/2015)

11/18/2016   Quit consumin’ and start producin’. Get into the flow of your surroundings; just don’t get sucked into the current too heavily. There was a robust Mexican man by the name of Roberto (pronounced Hah-Bear-Thoe) who loved to hang out at the local tavern and sing karaoke. Roberto (once again, pronounced Hah-Bear-Thoe) was not