Mayra Martinez
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Just another writer . . .
Stories (25/0)
Tod durch Schokolade
Emma pedaled lazily, only half paying attention to her surroundings. She was no longer expecting to run into another human and had seen few animals. Once she saw a dog at a distance, but when it noticed her, it had skulked away, tail between its legs. She had tried calling it, but it hadn’t turned back.
By Mayra Martinez3 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
It was obvious the previous owners had left the old barn derelict long ago. The once white fence around the corral was weathered and broken. The brownish-red of the barn itself was faded, like an old picture left in the sun too long. The main house also looked deserted. Its front door stood open, swaying gently in the breeze. The flowerbeds were overgrown with weeds, but even they were dried out and weathered.
By Mayra Martinez3 years ago in Fiction
Carl
Carl looked in the mirror nervously, running the comb through his gray beard. He couldn't remember ever feeling this nervous. His stomach was in knots, and for a brief moment, he thought he was going to lose his dinner. He closed his eyes tightly, took a slow, deep breath in through his nose, and let it out carefully through pursed lips. He opened his eyes and examined his image in the mirror once again.
By Mayra Martinez3 years ago in Criminal
Like the Wolf
Driving the dark streets on my way to work, a country road not unlike the road Diane had traversed just hours prior, the radio was playing. Passing the lake, my ’69 Malibu roaring towards the distant lights of Eugene, I listened in growing incredulity to the news. It was unfathomable that this story was unfolding in the very town in which I lived. Those things just didn’t happen here. In fact, not much happened here at all.
By Mayra Martinez3 years ago in Criminal
Sailing Away
Rebecca adjusted the curtains and peered out once again. Time stood still. She needed to see something moving, something alive to keep her grounded. It was late afternoon, and soon the setting sun would give out too much glare, but for the time being, it felt good to look out at the horizon.
By Mayra Martinez3 years ago in Families
The Long Wait
I’d like to think I gave this man a fond memory, something he talks about even to this day. I might even be right. This is probably a story he shared with friends and family for years. I imagine him at a family barbeque, telling the story, only to be met with groans of “Not again!” Or perhaps it’s the other way around. Maybe every family reunion he’s asked to tell the story about the lady in the pharmacy so a new crop of teens could hear and wish that maybe someday it would happen to them.
By Mayra Martinez3 years ago in Confessions
A Life Saved
Arya Underfoot. I had named my beautiful girl after the character from Game of Thrones because she was, indeed, always underfoot. She was also deeply loyal and completely devoted to me, and while hard to befriend, once in her circle, she’d cry every time she got to see you again.
By Mayra Martinez3 years ago in Petlife
1997
Sandra limped into the building, shutting the door quietly behind her. Panting, she leaned against the door and listened. In the distance, she could hear shouting, growling, and groans, but the noises seemed to move away. Carefully, she eased off the door and checked for a lock. No luck. It was an exterior stairwell door and probably had to remain unlocked during business hours.
By Mayra Martinez3 years ago in Horror
Birth Perfect
Now Deep in the familiar caress of sleep, a thought nudges into my dreams, now; it's going to start now. As I rush peacefully towards wakefulness, I hear the muted "POP," as I feel the warm gush of water spread down my legs. It’s a feeling of pressure released; a burden eased.
By Mayra Martinez3 years ago in Families