John Takano
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Guilt
If walls could talk, I would say goodbye. I can’t imagine what I look like anymore. There must be at least three or four different paints stacked on top of me. They’ve covered up my scars where old cabinets and fixtures were installed. I can feel the screws and nails and scrapes and scuffs that have been so cleverly hidden. I remember the time they ripped me open so I could be filled with pipes. I long for my brother whom they tore down so they could move freely from the kitchen into the dining room and the TV room. As much as I must look different from my first days, so much more do the people who’ve lived here.
By John Takano3 years ago in Fiction
Wind and Flame
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. And when there were dragons, they almost never arrived unannounced. Yet the bone-chilling roar that reverberated across the Valley of Light was unmistakable. Tír Obai, his 15 year-old daughter Alys, her 13-year old sister Rai, their 15-year old friend Declan, and a squad of a dozen Rangers turned in unison to the direction of the roar. Against the light of the setting sun they saw the approaching silhouettes of not one, but three massive dragons flying in close formation. One unannounced dragon was enough to raise eyebrows, but three flying so close together could only mean that they were a family of wild dragons, and encounters with wild dragons were never not dangerous.
By John Takano4 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Air
Billy shook his head behind the plastic barrier that separated him from his wife in the visitor section of the city jail. He couldn’t believe a word she had just told him, and he let her know as much. “Baby I believe it when you say that Mr. Farley’ll let me come back to work, but I don’t know about the $20,000.”
By John Takano5 years ago in Criminal
