Angel Santiago
Bio
My work primarily focuses on freedom; I hope it may help you find your own.
I am a storyteller born near the beaches of New Jersey, raised in the mountains of Virginia, and currently residing in Durham, North Carolina.
Thank you for reading.
Stories (9/0)
et Fromage
Could Summer dance as elegantly as she does without the flavorful symphony that accompanies her passionate performances? What would her overbearing heat be without the light percussion of a coal-filled grill and smooth melodies of a slightly sweet, homemade potato salad?
By Angel Santiago2 years ago in Feast
A New Divide
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In truth, there wasn't always much of anything here, really. The Valley was a land of not much happening most of the time. The people were dull, the days were tedious, and the months were separated by the rare occasions that anything of consequence transpired, which was never often, mind you.
By Angel Santiago2 years ago in Fiction
The Myth of Tantalus
The gods had cursed Tantalus for his deeds, leaving him to reach for water that was a bit too far and fruits that were a tad too high. The deities of Olympus had seen within their creations a pain they deemed to be the ultimate retribution; to reach for happiness and never secure it.
By Angel Santiago2 years ago in Humans
The Waiting Room
“Twenty-seven million six hundred fifty thousand and one,” a woman garbed in clean white attire said surgically. I felt my chest and my arms and my face and every other extremity I could possibly touch. The last thing I could remember was driving on the highway. It was terribly rainy and it was nearly impossible to see the road. All of the taillights and brake lights in front of me became a sky of blinding stars. It didn’t help that I was incredibly sleepy after a long shift at work.
By Angel Santiago2 years ago in Fiction
