Olivia Galvan Unzueta
Bio
Mother, Veteran, Military Spouse
Stories (2/0)
Ole Red
Ole Red makes himself comfortable atop the soft bale of hay. The sun was setting which meant the fireworks would soon commence, but he didn’t know any of this, as Ole Red was a dog, and dogs have a limited concept of time. The summer heat was causing his fur to loosen. Every now and then a gentle breeze would find its way in the dormer window of the barn, catch a tuft of the soft fur and carry it away dispersing each strand like the seeds of a dandelion after a wish has been made. Ole Red let out a deep yawn, his vibrant tongue like a red carpet being rolled out, as he made his debut into dreamland.
By Olivia Galvan Unzueta3 years ago in Fiction
The Rapture
“It’s officially been one year since the disappearance of approximately one third of the world’s population, some are beginning to speculate the rapture is to blame, if that’s the case, then what does that mean for the rest of us? I’m Harry Hubbard, your host for this evening’s news.”
By Olivia Galvan Unzueta3 years ago in Futurism