Joaquine: Short Stories and Poems

Dust Gold: Part I I watch my digital alarm clock red numbers change from 11:59 pm to 12:00 am.  I sight. It is now officially February 2nd.  I turn over on my warm bed, and close my eyes. Maybe now I can catch two last hours of sleep. It is almost time to leave and I am still awake. I am too excited, and can hardly wait to hear the knock from my dad to signal that it is time to leave.  Last night mom sent us all to sleep at eight, by then we had everything ready that we were going to take on our trip. She of course stayed up until late I heard her with my sharp ears that’s probably the reason I am still awake. This will be my first year that I will be allowed to go with my family and cousins to the “Lighting of the Gold.” I hear a soft knock on my old wooden door, and my dad calls my name. “Rafael it is time.” He says and walks off to the bathroom. He likes to be first to take a shower. I get up at once and my eyes feel itchy.  I open and close them a few times before I put m

“The truth. The truth shall make you free my friend. For it is said that a true man dies in the warm embrace of mother dead. Be true, and wait for that glorious day. For we all arrive to that appointed hour. There is no delay for us truth believers.” -Father Jopel Aguilar                   After a dinner full of festivities and endless plates of wild bison prepared in so different ways that Robyn Sinful was surprised that she could eat more than one of the enormous plates she was presented. Abraham sounded half-drunk as he continued his assault on the party of old and colorful jokes that had wolves and humans alike almost shocking on their own food.  Elias just played with his food and Dean was in deep conversation with Jellrich, but more often than not just looking down her short and revealing top.                 Robyn sat there with her eyes closed as the hall began to empty and everyone returned to their tents and probably for a peaceful night of sleep. When she opened he

Captain Rodrigo Robles Chapter 2 “The Capital a city that never sleeps. A city where I left my soul. The city where I met my now forgotten love. For it was said that one always left their hearts there. It was true enough. Here I lament those artificial lights and the buzzing of drunks in the corners crying their pains away a midst the summer rains. High born and commoner cried the night away. For the pains of the Empire never feel stronger than in its Capital. Oh, Norashe City how I miss thee. With your beautiful white bridges and bright lights.”                 -Laments of the Stone Prisoner                  Captain Rodrigo Robles sat in the big red chair facing the bright fire from the fireplace. A golden cup full of delicious honey wine between his fingers. And she with her head on his lap. Not Clarissa his worried wife back in Ascension with his daughter Eliza and grandson little Sebastian. The High Elf woman on his lap with her beautiful black eyes and beautiful

Robyn Sinful “The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers Book I                 “Fools say that they never make mistakes but the road is paved with their corpses. For we all make mistakes in one way or another. It is human nature after all. Denying our mistakes is like denying we exist. This I have learned in my solitude.” – The Stone Prisoner. Chapter I                 Sunsets were always a nostalgic time for Robyn Sinful. Some of her most painful memories can be pointed to those sunsets in the other roads she had traveled. The last painful sunset that played in her mind as she was when she lost her left hand. Well, not exactly lost but she it stopped being useful it would just not move any more. Like a dead limb, she felt nothing but emptiness in that side. But the memories still hurt. 

Color-drained hair falls on her shoulders, like the white foam that used to flow down the drain when she used to take those steamy long showers and my heart pumped my imaginative brain. Hallow eyes dress her skeletal face a pair of emeralds filled those empty shells they made me feel naked and unease now they hunt me among the hidden book shelves. Her decaying rose’s aroma lingers, as she whispers into my ear and I shiver, memories fly to me like shattering splinters she lingers unrelenting and much angrier . Hidden with the others in my secret chamber she lies there with her black veil and rose somber.

Another one of his victims black eyed and running mascara. My heart sinks when I see under the running tears the familiar face she with her fire kissed hair and dark eyes. I greet her with familiarity her sight lost in the distance ignores me. I understand and proceed filling the name and birthday without questioning her. After all, friends of the family know such things. My elbow caresses the butt of my gun and it itches to be fired gun blazing the bastard out of his hiding hole as she details vividly the way the bastard beat, and forced himself into her like a rabid dog. Justice waits for no man , I think as I type every detail. Images flow into my head as I imagine warming up the bastard two to three of us should be enough to hold him down and make little detours along the way. Her voice begins to cackle and I know is the time to stop the questions and take action. Pedal to the metal , as the suburban houses zoom by and the cars part away, like a moder

The night came over the Mountains of Mist on the northern part of Norashe. The distant howls of the White wolves echoed throughout the valley. Two hooded figures made their way up the rocky terrain.  The summer night damped their faces even with the light breeze.  Their white eyes shone under their hooded faces. Some called them demonic creatures and some others called them Angels.  With their ageless faces sharp and empty of expression. But, they were nothing more than just normal humans intoxicated with the remnants of the powerful elixirs that they drunk every day to allow them to enhance their human abilities. Life was short for this creatures after their initiation.                 The two hooded figures continued their pilgrimage. The trees became more spread out and the terrain more dangerous.  The unseen drops killed the untrained. This was the last test for the two hooded creatures.  They had one day and one night to arrive to the top of the Mountains of Mist.  Out of the