Steve Carvajal
When the Wind Blows
By Steven Carvajal “Damn it!” Johnny cursed under his breath because it wasn’t working. He could hear them, skater punk boys running wild in the old vacant building that used to be a grocery store, skinny girls with frizzy hair and too much makeup chewing gum, gossiping together. He could hear the wild pumping music; [...]
23Mar2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedDescent into Madness
By Steve Carvajal October 5th, 1879 I’m home again and everything is fine. The doctors have pronounced me fit as a fiddle, and we’re ready to get on with our lives. Martha has been so kind and patient through my long and arduous recovery. I am so glad that we are together again and I [...]
30Jan2010 | Editor | 2 comments | Continued