Alice Vargas
Stories (8/0)
Forbidden Fruit from the Inedible Beauty
We do not really know from whence we came; we have just always been. The Garden where we live is beyond description. I do not yet have enough words to describe its beauty. The land beneath our feet is marvelous. It is soft, yet sturdy under our feet. It takes on a different hue in different areas of the Garden. Our Garden.
By Alice Vargas3 years ago in Fiction
Easy Baking Dream
There was something I wanted for my 13th birthday that I didn’t even know existed. The second of November involved a typical celebration. All the gifts were what most boys my age were requesting and I certainly wasn’t ungrateful. But, a little more than one month later, on Christmas morning, I was biting my lip waiting for my little sister to open her final gift. Only, she was content with the ones she had already opened. My presents were all completely unwrapped and unboxed, yet, I had an unfulfilled feeling inside, but I wasn’t sure what to name it.
By Alice Vargas3 years ago in Fiction
Death by CHO-LAT-CA
Staying together is our main directive. Red Fire and Black Knight are with me. We have been sent out together many times because of our mutual resourcefulness. Each of us is strong and courageous, and together we are unstoppable. In the first part of our journey, we trudge through the sand and then we arrive at what we call the lazy trees. They tend to bend and wave in the breeze. We use mile markers and landmarks to help us navigate and find our way back home. Today, our search has not been fruitful.
By Alice Vargas3 years ago in Fiction
I Heard Freedom Calling
“I hate to think that I slept through it all, but they mostly came at night to avoid the authorities,” wrote Uncle Martin. “Nighttime also protected the helpers, so they wouldn’t be caught. I was told granddad didn’t know how he was going to tell grandma what he had volunteered for. But Grandma Jean was already secretly helping those she encountered that seemed in need or afraid.”
By Alice Vargas3 years ago in Fiction
A Special Delivery
We hadn’t seen a house or other building for miles. The labor pains were drawing closer and closer together like the cinching of a cord. Our phones had gone silent over an hour ago and I was frantic over the idea of delivering my child in a car in the middle of nowhere. Finally, I observed a house up ahead, on a nice plot of land with an old barn in the lower field. I pushed the little car as fast as it would go on unpaved roads. My wife squealed a few times when we hit a bump that sent her airborne. While I knew the collision with the seat was excruciating for her, I was striving to get to a place that might at least have water.
By Alice Vargas3 years ago in Families
I'm in Love with a Zombie's Daughter
I have always thought zombie stories were stupid with a capitol S, until something ordinary happened to me right in my own home. Yes, I said ordinary. I was minding my own business when our new neighbors knocked on our door and my mom invited them in. She then proceeded to call her children from the four corners of the earth to present her brood in polite fashion once the neighbors had removed their government issued radiation prevention suits. I tried to ignore her as I usually would, but she was unrelenting. “Fedar Elias Ouray!” she repeated. So, I slunk from the basement to see what the issue could be. Could anything be more earth shattering than the radiation released from the nuclear power plants when our President demanded they be ratcheted up beyond maximum capacity?
By Alice Vargas3 years ago in Horror
The Miracle of Pruning
He spoke and things became. Ever wonder about that? How the creator designed a mountain or a tree. What He said to elicit a hummingbird, a giraffe or a seahorse. I have wondered many times how He “crafted” the clouds. I highly doubt that scissors were involved. However, I am sure He smiles proudly when we embark on our own quest to be a creator. Especially when, we enthusiastically run with our scissors.
By Alice Vargas3 years ago in Earth
Passport to the Bottom of the Sea
“Shark!” He clearly wanted to shout it but being underwater eliminates that option. For most people that word produces heart pounding palpitations. But not when your goal is to be immersed in the world at the bottom of the sea and observe the unique creatures that inhabit it. Instead, after waving frantically, he quickly put his hands together to make the shark fin sign hoping we would not miss it.
By Alice Vargas3 years ago in Wander