Kenneth cruz
Stories (58/0)
Escaping The Rivers Of Styx
She died in my arms today at 11:11am. I made it back just in time to hold her and watch the foam rise from her mouth like some sick parasite consuming her. My heart shattered into a million pieces at that moment. I should have been there for her, I should have seen the signs. The last thing she left behind was a poem.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Fiction
Greenlight
Don't die, don't die.. please don't die.." she whispered In my ear again and again, through the mashup of sobs and cries. "Don't die, don't die.." I repeated to myself, gritting my teeth in pain as my head fell against her seven-month-old miracle baby bump.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Fiction
Why Snake Eyes GI Joe Origins Left Me Wanting A Bayonetta Film More Than Anything Else..
Ok I went into Snake Eyes Gi Joe origins not knowing what to expect. On one hand the trailer looked awesome, a throw back to over the top kung fu action flicks, but something of this level could easily fall off the rails. Lucky for me it delivered and I left the theatre pumped and intrigued . The strange thing was that while I really enjoyed the film and anticipate a sequel could be just as entertaining, I became even more excited and pumped about another possibility.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Geeks
The Marigold Murders Vol. 1
Tina flicked her cigarette to the ground, kissing her girlfriend with a gentle yet firm peck and jumped into the small Mini Cooper. “I’m finally going to catch this motherfucker!” She said emphatically. The young slender school teacher looked upon her lover with a sincerely concerned glare. “Tina, be careful… Don’t be dumb” Mary said her sundress dancing in the summers breeze like a child playing in a bed of flowers.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Fiction
“Sincerely Gwen”
Gwen packed the materials together with care meticulously placing them in the brown paper box and wrapping it tightly and lovingly. They were the most illicit acts caught on film and video ever put together. Some where captured with Bens knowledge and other in secret.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Fiction
Zen On The Sticks
Ok, I’m going to start off with a confession. I guess you can say I've spent my whole life threading the needle. At one stage I was a compulsive gambler, and it was bad… really bad. Sure I’ve made light of it and even said to some in a bragging fashion that the most I’ve lost in a night was 30 thousand dollars. I’m sure this candid fact will shock and anger some who understand the value of money. I'd say when it comes to gambling my rock bottom was leaving one of my ex's with strange movers from craigslist, while I got stuck on the roulette table at a local casino called Arizona Charlies. It was supposed to be just to cash a check, but turned into the whole night and admittedly I left my ex there in the upscale Vegas apartment with no money or supervision while I gambled the night, and my money away.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Gamers
The Vocal Virgin
I’m a Vocal virgin. New to the scene out here trying to lose my virginity, but the world’s so mean. Two views in two months; wtf... I’m not the best looking, but I would venture to say I’d get better results on tinder any day. I don’t get it. I mean, I’m a creative guy with lots to say. I admit I'm far from perfect, but shit, I’m creative and have lots to say. Born in New York, I packed up my crutches and ventured away. To show I’m independent and like Frank, I always wanted to do it my way. From when I was in fourth grade, I knew I would be a writer one day. Shorty stories, speeches, and poems would get me sent to the principal's office like every day. In school, I developed a following, albeit underground, but still, I made a sound. Then college around. I had my adventures but admittedly lost some ground. Let a scholarship slip away because self-worth and discipline gave way to parties and a sales job that paid more than your average wage. Still making money but not having a sense of self can lead you astray. New York to Philadelphia Temple was an adventure. Barely was I making my way, and then I found baby mom's number in NJ. It wasn’t love or anything of the sort, just a start. Finding a girl that showed me value when my dad was too busy working and my mom always seemed to me make me feel worth less than anybody. Still, this isn’t a pity party. Hold your refrain before you say poor me because here the story starts to change. I dropped out of school and went back to New York for a few days, but this wasn’t for me. So one night at midnight, I packed what little I owned in trash bags, tossed them in the back of my old Mazda 626, and hit the highway.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Journal