Daniel Robles
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Sweet Baby
The grays, why is it every time someone gets abducted or visited it's the gray ones? No reptilians, no three legged or four legged freak of space, it's the gray nerds of the cosmos. Now Alien was an 'alien'! "Get to the choppa! "Billy!! C'mon!" ....loud bangs on the door interrupted the thought process. Michael turned and laid propped up on his hand listening to make sure it was HIS door he heard being hit. Not the best loft apartment but it was cheap and big enough considering the space and location within the city. Something he needed just starting out, even had a small nook overlooking 2nd Ave and Noble. Again another two loud bangs,
By Daniel Robles5 years ago in Criminal
Mine
The ringing in his ears was deafening but he could still hear the struggle one the front porch heading down the stairs, banging of bodies on the exterior siding as the fight led out to the gate where the lifted truck waited. Seven carefully placed shots had left one unknown lump in the living room next to the bookshelf, splattered with blood and clothing pieces glued to the spines of conquered stories. A second dying body crawled screaming toward the front door begging not to be left behind as if the rapture had forgotten him. He stood up from the floor with a burpee motion and exchanged clips to the secondary one, grabbing his box of ammo immediately after from the dresser drawer. He can reload the other clip on his way to his truck, a skill he practiced for some reason as fun after watching each John Wick movie with full attention, which now in an unwanted event is being put to use without stumble. His jeans were still on from the day and he quickly threw on a hoodie from the same high school his son went to without losing a step toward the crawling stranger. He reached to his left pocket taking the knife off the dirt stained seam and with one hand opened it to expose a sharp yet worn blade, stepping on the random intruders back he slowly, almost grateful for the opportunity, stuck the blade into the left side of his neck using the serrated edge in a quick sawing motion upward and out the back half feeling the tip scratch the vertebrae just under the skull. Wiping the blade on his leg he grabbed his keys, put the knife back in his pocket and started to rush out the door after them.
By Daniel Robles5 years ago in Criminal
Little Brother!
Watching her get ready for the day, nothing to do but play outside and make up dance moves to 'Ice Ice Baby' with the next door neighbors' oldest daughter. In which by the way was their biggest achievement on the walkway of our turquoise trimmed vanilla bean brick house in the summer of 1990. Dad I think was at work or possibly refereeing at a volleyball tournament somewhere in small town near us. Mom was in the kitchen listening to the bubble screened television, wooden frame with doors elegantly hiding 3 knobs and 2 switches, bunny ears positioned just right to whatever show was capturing her attention from around the corner in the living room. She put her hair in a side pony tail with the excess T-shirt to match on the side with what I thought was a red plastic Ghostbusters emblem. Finally she's done! There I am watching from the floor, waiting to see what the next move was in her routine. No shirt, Taz shorts and of course no shoes, who even wears shoes in Texas....in the summer!? I 's remember asking her if she was going outside yet because I couldn't go outside until she did if it was too early. Just to annoy me she wasn't even close to being ready. Whatever. But just like the show I was saved by the bell! The doorbell rang, it was Marissa! The other star of the dance show.
By Daniel Robles5 years ago in Families
