Andrew Dominguez
Bio
Greetings! My name is Andrew Judeus. I am an LA-based writer with a passion for creating romantic narratives. Hopefully my daily wanderings into the land of happily ever after will shed some light into your life. Enjoy!
Stories (52/0)
The Barn Owl
It had been a long drive. I was starting to doubt we’d ever get there and I had to pee again. “Dad, how far are we?” I asked. I didn’t want to bother him again by asking to pull over to pee. But I had to pee. I peed a lot. Dad even took me to the doctor when I was seven because he was worried; the doctor said I was fine. That bodies were different. As I got older, dad started to worry some other genetic abnormalities would be passed down to me. I really wished dad could have remembered that bodies were different. Some bodies survive differently.
By Andrew Dominguez30 days ago in Horror
Brave New York
Schools didn’t reopen right away, nor did restaurants, nor did the theaters, including the ones Alec operated, the community-based ones, and the AMC and Arclight chains. A lot of places took their time reopening. I was surprised they reopened as quickly as they did.
By Andrew Dominguez30 days ago in Fiction
Flab
FLAB If walls could talk. They knew I wasn't free. I knew it. I sat and looked through his Instagram. I couldn’t help it. I needed a reminder of what I fell in love with. His posts were inspirational, they made him seem perfect, for me. He was lean, tanned, and had nice smile with nevertheless insecure eyes. They were insecure. That’s what drew me in. He was insecure on the inside to match my insecurity on the outside.
By Andrew Dominguez30 days ago in Horror
Dessert
It had been months since I had gone anywhere. Was I afraid? Perhaps. I had stayed far away from people, from the outside world, from everyone. The boat dropped us off. It was only five of us, and I only spoke to one of them—Dean. Dean was sexually introverted, regimented in his every belief, and unbending in his morals—Dean had no place on that boat and much less its final destination. The other people were a couple, a man and a woman. The couple seemed both the unlikeliest of pairings and also picture-perfect—I couldn’t explain it. The last, he was good looking, no doubt about that, but he too had no place on that island. Unlike Dean, he was sexually liberated, careless about political sensitivities, and amoral about the social constructs surrounding sexuality—I thought of him as Dean’s polar opposite.
By Andrew Dominguez2 months ago in Filthy
The Cave of Blunders
We open near an unremarkable hillside in a windswept canyon in the dead of night as 40 thieves descend upon it after an evening of looting. Al'ahmaq, the head thief, pulls up to a rock lying against the hill and carefully announces "Capital Q, lowercase y, 3, dollar sign, equal sign, 4, 7, plus!"
By Andrew Dominguez2 months ago in Fiction
Pathetic
Pathetic. I’m pathetic. I am. You call me a liar, but I didn’t lie. You say I love it, the drama. Maybe. Maybe I like the feeling of having all eyes on me, because it’s the one way to get all eyes on me. I’m fun and give people attention, your words. I’m fun. And everyone wants someone fun. That’s everyone’s words, whether they say them aloud or not. Why would you want someone sad who feels pain and has insecurities. Why would you want someone who talks about these things.
By Andrew Dominguez6 months ago in Poets
