Jose Escalera
Bio
Amateur writer and musician with the hope that strangers on the internet read my stories. It's difficult for me to express myself through speaking but writing makes it so much easier. I love reading the classics and Japanese manga.
Stories (6)
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Fenestram
Daemons, Oni, Devils, Raakshas―whatever you may call them―fester the land of the east, and only one person can collect them and stop them from wrecking chaos. They don’t have a corporeal being, so they steal bodies from innocent rice farmers, carpenters, cooks, guards, you name it, a demon will take over it. Why he chose this never-ending life of torture is beyond anyone but himself, roaming the vast expanses of eastern Asia in the attempt to finally capture his brother’s possessor. He knows he can’t save him, but a proper burial is all he wants. It has been forty years since he last saw him in flesh, but he has heard of his doings every so often, always arriving late to the destination. Moving constantly, always leaving a trail of disaster and despair.
By Jose Escalera4 years ago in Fiction
Satellite Radio
“Good morning, Good afternoon, and Good evening to all you beautiful creatures out there that listen. It is I, your host and DJ, Frigid Fred, broadcasting live from my office and cabin at the top of my gorgeous mountain. You guy and gals know the drill,” Fred always starts his radio broadcasts with those two lines; never missing a beat.
By Jose Escalera4 years ago in Fiction
My words have dreams
Going on the train as a person of color really catches the attention of white folk, as if a stain were to sully the white fabric on the brand-new tuxedo for a beautiful gala night. Noticeable at any distance but not important in the grand scheme of life; only disrupting the duality between aesthetics and human conformity.
By Jose Escalera4 years ago in Fiction
Lucifer: The Betrayed
Born from existence, nurtured by time, I and the concepts were the beginning of the universe. The bible would sound accurate if some names were to be changed and some stories deleted. Maybe because manipulation was an essential part in the making. You see, I am being framed, defamed, set up like I am nothing but the embodiment of betrayal. All because the concepts of sins manifested against me for not complying with their absolute desires. But first, I must paint the picture, sketch to understand this fraudulent frame that cost me my freedom and ruined what I created.
By Jose Escalera4 years ago in Fiction
Ygfldm
Once upon a time, in the times of olden, back in the times where trolls, dragons, witches, and orcs roamed about. The days when humanity assumed superiority over life, death, and creation. In a land far away, where trees toppled over everyone and everything, mountains were topped with snow, castles were as prevalent as frog feet in a magic potion. There lived the wisest man to ever live, the Grand Wizard Ygfldm, master of magic, conjures, spells, potions, summoning, etcetera. He was above all humans in terms of knowledge, for he predicts all actions that are bound to happen, deciphers any riddle that tangles the mind, and unravels every mystery humanity was yet to understand.
By Jose Escalera4 years ago in Fiction
A tale of repaired past
It was a summer night filled with joy and hubris, a festivity of birth and war. Amidst the worst portion of history, where if you were fighting for something you were destined to either die or suffer the consequences of others’ actions. Where the sense of dread and death partake in the walking among the living as the millions of corpses fall and burn. Where trauma is set in motion to create fear into the hearts of all. But yet a party is ablaze as the enriched folk dance and listen to music in a beautiful Italian villa at the top of a hill under the light of billions of stars.
By Jose Escalera4 years ago in Fiction
