Citlalic Zuniga
Stories (6/0)
Tala
Chapter 4 After hours of driving and only stopping at one gas station, they arrive at the edge of the woods. His body still feels icy cold, and he still doesn’t know where he is, but the trees are massive now. Almost like the Sequoias. Maybe they are in California.
By Citlalic Zuniga3 years ago in Fiction
Tala
Chapter 2 Nathan wakes up in sweat, again. Teenage years are weird, he knows too well being a teen will be the worst of his life, and his dreams have become more vivid and more horrid. He wipes off the sweat with his towel as he hears his mom yell at him to get up. He stopped watching scary movies like his parents advised, but some of the shit he sees...there’s no way he has seen it before. He is convinced he should be a horror writer, he has a bad ass imagination.
By Citlalic Zuniga3 years ago in Fiction
Tala
Chapter 3 An icy breeze creeps into Nathan’s sheets. After crying and recalling all the times people walked away from him in the middle of a conversation, Nathan refuses to leave his room for a whole week. His parents don’t like him being stuck at home for so long, who knows what he would do to them. But they are glad he doesn't come out, even for food. Jay begins to worry slightly and starts to leave him some food outside his door...but it remains untouched.
By Citlalic Zuniga3 years ago in Fiction
Tala
Chapter 1 A gloomy day in Washington state, with scarfs covering faces and the cold wind whipping the hair of the oblivious. There are six friends, or should we say, 3 couples standing around the white marble kitchen island. They all have drinks in hand except for one, the mother. She cradles her newborn with a glow they talk about in the media. She is laughing with such joy, such fulfillment of pushing that damn baby out.
By Citlalic Zuniga3 years ago in Fiction
Detachment
When I dropped the baby into the toxic river, I felt a small twinge inside my chest. It felt strange, like a stinging pinch that left me grasping my chest, but as quickly as it came it faded. It made me recall a story I heard about from granny who would tell elaborate stories of humans who had emotions. It was a story that was very dull but it left an impression on me, because that was the first time I had heard the word “sad.” And it took my brothers and I hours to try to understand what sad meant. Grandma said that it was a pain you felt in your chest, but we felt that all the time when the Pacis Ordo would inject us with vitamins. So were we sad then?
By Citlalic Zuniga3 years ago in Fiction