Angel Garza
Stories (4/0)
Memories
Echos of us laughing fill the house while I chase you around it. I could catch you at any moment, but the chasing part is what makes this fun. I grab you in the kitchen, hold you close and swing you around. You let your head back while circling around me. Your smile is so genuine and pure. I’m amazed at the fact that I make you this happy. Blessed to have days like this with you. Sometimes I wonder what I did in my life to deserve to have you. We’re in our thirties and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives fulfilled with moments like these. We have flour all over our faces from the cookies we were supposed to be making. You make us take a picture. You were always into taking lots of pictures. It’s been 3 years since you’ve been gone. It’s hard to go on with the pain and dismay I feel inside. When it gets too much for me to handle, I come back to the kitchen grab the picture we took that day and play that day in my head over and over again. You may be gone but I still live within the comfort of what we had when I was at my best. Now I’m thankful for all the pictures you’ve taking. As I sit in a room filled of our memories. The memories will live on forever as will my love for you.
By Angel Garza2 years ago in Poets
Into The Unknown
CHAPTER 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As I stare up at the stars above, I ponder that and many things. I wonder if one day, we will find existence other than our own out there. Curious whether or not there is a me in an alternate world that is looking back at myself… Whether or not any of what I have dreamed about will ever come true. I was 10 when I did that. I can’t believe that was almost 20 years ago, when I was that curious boy staring up at the skies. Now I wish I wasn’t so curious all the time. I remember watching countless movies involving creatures of distant planets and beings of other worlds. Now I wonder if anyone will be hearing about the story of me and my crew mate’s adventures. Will anyone be left to hear it; or anyone left to tell it? One thing I do know is I’m not going to scream. No matter what happens, I will not succumb to it. I refuse to be a statistic or a cliché. I find it very ironic. I was that boy, spending so much time at night staring up at the stars and the bright night sky. Wishing and hoping that one day I could ascend beyond the earth’s hold and be free.
By Angel Garza2 years ago in Fiction