Rose Silva
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Lights of a Siren
A layer of sweat glued Andrew’s shirt to the skin on his back. There was no light to be found in the room he sat in, only cold, stale air. The man shuddered, muttering a “Hello” into the darkness, trying to mask any fear creeping inside him. He lifted his arms for the tenth time in vain, hoping somehow time had changed the result, but the leather straps around his wrists tugged his arms back into place against the metal. A piercing ring echoed in Andrew’s ears and miniature green orbs stung his eyes. He squeezed them shut as if the orbs could be expelled like lemon seeds. Fear filled his veins, swimming into his heart and triggering palpitations.The orbs receded to darkness while the ringing turned into a smooth, eerily magical voice, “Andrzej”.
By Rose Silva4 years ago in Fiction
Diablo
Nasir pulled into the lot filled with dozens of custom cars, the black canvas of night splashed with bright colors from the paint jobs. He creeped along the parked cars, each one growing multiple heads as if the sight of Nasir’s ride summoned various auto versions of Cerberus. Exotic cars were nothing new in Miami’s underground street racing scene, of course, but Nasir’s 1995 Lamborghini Diablo prodded at every car enthusiast’s childhood dream.
By Rose Silva4 years ago in Fiction
Caged
The jeep shook with enthusiasm when Kae and her two brothers piled in. Kae normally didn’t drive because she was the youngest, but today it was her responsibility - August didn’t feel like it, choosing instead to nap in the backseat, and Ace couldn’t. Clouds floated overhead as the jeep full of siblings made their way across the bay. Ace stared above him, watching the clouds pass, taking in the cool breeze and appreciating it for all it symbolized: freedom. He was only on month six of life after prison, and week two of no house arrest. Kae wanted to celebrate her brother’s milestone, and nothing said celebrating freedom like voluntarily sharing a cell submerged underwater (and being scared for your life). She looked over at Ace, his head tilted watching the sky with a smile on his face. Ace’s soft countenance contrasted against the tattoos that covered his body, and the scar across his lip. He had been in and out of trouble since he was young, but the only side Kae ever saw was her kind and loving big brother. She smiled and turned the music up.
By Rose Silva4 years ago in Fiction
Loved but Lonely
I woke up to pain in my abdomen. I hadn’t been to the doctor since they called 6 months before attempting to schedule a follow up appointment. Who cares? There’s absolutely no point anymore. I rolled over and reached for my phone, anticipating the notifications to consume at least an hour of my time. It was nice that people cared about me, and I was obliged to express that. I scrolled through the birthday wishes and attempts at catch-up before plopping my phone down next to me and letting out an exaggerated sigh. They’re just being nice. It’s all out of love. I held back tears behind the wall of my eyes and stuffed negative thoughts into the box in my mind. I let out another sigh, and picked up my phone again.
By Rose Silva4 years ago in Fiction
