Octavio Quin
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Finding my stories from within. Adding to the stories of life and sparking imagination.
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Whispers in the Sky
The wind rustled the branches of the tall slender trees, followed by the gentle swaying of leaves. The moon had emerged above the northern mountain ridge casting its light along the path we were following. Along the way, the wind picked up, and its rushing sounds felt urgent and enveloped us.
By Octavio Quin4 years ago in Fiction
Men Without Hats
The two men arrived sometime past eight. They pushed open the diner doors and paused. Dressed in dark brown suits and Trilby hats. Their faces stone-like, their hands gnarled by years of toil. They’d worked machinery. Greased and oil-stained, they had swung sledgehammers, lifted heavy steel pipes. Their fists had busted jaws and broken things.
By Octavio Quin4 years ago in Fiction
The Pier
Sam and her husband were exhausted by the time they arrived at the house. It was late in the evening and according to John, they were late. He'd glanced at his watch throughout the trip, which had been the reason for the latest flare-up. Samantha finally having snapped, ‘I know we’re running late John. We can’t change it now. Let’s just enjoy the trip.’ John had huffed, said nothing and looked out the window for the rest of the trip.
By Octavio Quin4 years ago in Fiction
