Luis Cerda
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The Other Side
It was dark outside, and Randal could see nothing but the glow of the streetlights across the city. He wasn't quite sure how he got there. Truthfully, he couldn't remember anything that had happened recently in his life. The closest thing that he could remember was sitting at home in his recliner, watching the News flash across the television. Now, he was here, looking out at the city in which he was born, and raised. "It would be hard for me not to recognize Los Angeles," he said rather smugly.
By Luis Cerda3 years ago in Fiction
The Dark
The man awoke in the dark wooded forest. He was laying down, and not sure how he had gotten there. In his hand, he felt the familiar feeling of his handgun. His 9mm pistol. With a flashlight that he always took out with him, no matter the occasion. The familiarity did little to put his mind at ease as he sat up, wondering where he was and how he got there. He looked around using the flashlight on his pistol, seeing only the seemingly never-ending forest around him. He stood up and started walking in a random direction, hoping to hear either the familiar sound of a road or maybe stumble upon a house where he could get some help.
By Luis Cerda5 years ago in Horror
