Eladio Del Castillo
Bio
I am the son of a son of a daughter born somewhere in northern Spain. I try to meld a melody of their life experiences with my own. It is all about growth and making the good last the longest. Check me out.
Stories (22/0)
SARDINES
SARDINES If You Can Get Past the Smell Summer tastes like a can of sardines. It was the fifties. Joito my cousin on my father’s side convinced me that moving up to New York would be the best thing we could do as far as finding an excellent job. I had no ways or means to continue with my schooling. I cannot say who of my parents was to blame. She kicked him out and he promptly left. Never contributing again to the health and welfare of his once upon a time family. My parents had made the proverbial split and he had moved up north and started a new family.
By Eladio Del Castillo22 days ago in Humans
LA CURANDERA
LA CURANDERA The Healer
By Eladio Del Castilloabout a month ago in Fiction
BATTER-UP
BATTER—UP
By Eladio Del Castilloabout a month ago in Criminal
KNOCKING ON HEAVENS DOOR
I was abruptly startled from my deep meditation (some would call it an early nap) by a loud banging in the vicinity of my rear window. “Now who could that be at this time of the morning,” I thought. “And why did they not use the front doorbell?” I quickly rose from my comfortable chair in the living room. “One of my neighbors must be having some sort of emergency,” I quickly surmised. There it goes again the banging continued intermittently, close to the windowpane. I hesitated at the rear door for a moment assessing the situation, then decided that I would look out of the window first before opening the door to who knows what.
By Eladio Del Castillo2 months ago in Petlife
Let-Go-My-Eggo
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, Mr. Peters explained. Before the dragons and dinosaurs there were many evolving creatures that existed. Even for those with almost invulnerable bodies fit for life on this planet, the end came suddenly. They too made way for even more incredible creatures and life forms.
By Eladio Del Castillo2 months ago in Fiction
SHIP OF FOOLS
SHIP OF FOOLS TITANIC
By Eladio Del Castillo3 months ago in Fiction
The Organizer
THE ORGANIZER No Place Like Home
By Eladio Del Castillo4 months ago in Fiction
My letter to Elvis Presley
My letter to Elvis Presley To whom it may concern Uncle John had passed, and I was chosen to clean up some of the stuff in his room. I was very close to my uncle he had moved in with us after Aunt Tez died. I guess you could say that he was a big part of my growing up.
By Eladio Del Castillo4 months ago in Confessions
LAKE PRETTY
Lake Pretty Look before you leap
By Eladio Del Castillo4 months ago in Fiction
