S. C. Almanzar
Bio
I am a graduate student studying anthropology and have been writing creatively for almost 20 years. I love new takes on alternative history, especially when there are fantasy or supernatural elements included.
Stories (45/0)
- Top Story - September 2023
The Jungle
All human beings have their limits. The labor and civil rights we have in the United States were not freely given by any means. There was no sudden realization that workers deserved safety and pay. This epiphany was borne of violence, inflicted onto the many by the few, and some semblance of autonomy was wrenched back from the hands of those that looked down onto the world and saw no humanity, only beings to exploit. My grandfather used to tell my mother, "No one is born free. Freedom isn't free." As grim a thing as it is to say to a child, history has shown us over and over again that the sentiment rings true.
By S. C. Almanzar9 months ago in BookClub
The Great Cheese Caper
The darkened, silent kitchen was alight with the scent of a smorgasbord of confections and savory treats. Five mice slid out from their hiding space in the wall, whiskers twitching and ears rotating to keep a lookout for the return of Missus.
By S. C. Almanzarabout a year ago in Fiction
Nothing Ever Lasts Forever
Fleet Foxes - Blue Ridge Mountains “I'm sure it'll be fine I love you, I love you Oh, brother of mine” It is 2011, I am 15, and my older brother has moved eight hours north. It was the right move for his immediate family, but it breaks mine and my mother’s hearts regardless. Particularly because this also meant that my 3 year old nephew – my mom’s first grandchild – would no longer be living an easy 30 minutes from us. No more afternoon babysitting that involved splashing in the pool and watching Power Rangers and Finding Nemo. But their new home is beautiful; Mount Shasta, near the California-Oregon border. It snowed the night we arrived to help them move. We took flashlights out to watch as the delicate flakes fell between the tall pines and landed in our hair and on our coats. They will be fine. I’m sure of it. The homemade art hung on the wall, the half melted candles lit for dinners that go long into the night, the spices on the counter, and the cat nestled on the armchair in the living room all tell me so.
By S. C. Almanzarabout a year ago in Beat