Julian Grajales
Bio
A 35-year-old writer born and raised by Colombian immigrant parents in Queens, NYC - setting fire to the old world and its tropes - hoping to write thought-provoking stories in between working at a legal aid organization & finishing school.
Stories (2/0)
Even Dragons have bullies.
“Next stop: 57th street and Fifth Avenue!” Greg Clawscar bellowed to nobody. The doors on the saddle-car slowly closed before he took off from Madison Avenue. With just a few strokes from his twin wings, he was able to lift himself, twelve tons of dragon, and the empty saddle-car strapped on his back up and over the quaint forest called Central Park.
By Julian Grajales2 years ago in Fiction
The Black Mare
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” The man who sat on the shuttle’s passenger bench crossed his legs. He slouched in the seat, creasing slightly his navy spacesuit. His yellow shoulder pads, complete with the Cross badge of the First Class Prison Frigate, The Rikers, reflected the pulsating lights of the transport shuttle. He watched Ericelda Serna pull on the straps of her seat.
By Julian Grajales2 years ago in Fiction
