David Parra

Joined March 2021

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Originally Blue
After all the ducks are scared of your breads Make a little cent for what's flying in our heads blank look... a post-war pockmarked sheen
By David Parra3 years ago in Poets
The last girl
“The world is fated…” She looked out over the pond and imagined herself being able to be a single drop of water. Nancy was also wondering what she was doing in the middle of Oregon with her boyfriend Oz -- short for Oscar; which is obviously ridiculous as a nickname because just using your name is shortsighted and… her thoughts were interrupted by the thrashing sounds of Oz struggling with the cords he had crudely wrapped around the wood he had gathered.
By David Parra4 years ago in Fiction
Turn
The rain pit pats on the window. Quentin walks into the room and takes a dour but bemused survey of the room before he addresses the older woman who is dressed in a full length nightgown, and making herself comfortable to sleep.
By David Parra4 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of Joy
Holding it in my hands, it looked small but felt enormous; like a boulder shrunk to the size of teacup Wondering how ridiculous the thought of finding this thing in the middle of the walkway could be, I wondered about that split second when I was about to walk past this little heart-shaped galaxy until I saw the chain.
By David Parra5 years ago in Fiction