Xavier Rodriguez Lopez
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Espada
Sunlight glared down. Gusts of wind roared, lifting the sand into the air. The splintered wood of the one-story building creaked, though the sound was drowned out by the winds of the vast desert in La Mancha. Small trees and bushes sentineled the towering mountains which guarded the horizon in the distance. Sand journeying across it without abandon, gathered in the corners of the large rectangular sign of the bar with the words ‘El Muro’ emblazoned on it.
By Xavier Rodriguez Lopez3 years ago in Fiction
Corazon del Mar
Our first two weeks of sailing had been uneventful. We left Gibraltar on the 28th of June 1972 headed for Florida, USA. There had been no unusual weather patterns for the first two-thirds of the journey. As expected, there had been mostly sunny and blue skies. The guests all seemed to be happy. At most, we’d had a couple of complaints due to a few unruly children and one couple arguing too loud for their neighbour’s comfort.
By Xavier Rodriguez Lopez4 years ago in Horror
