Stories tagged “arizona”

  • Blood like Asphalt (Mature)

    The blood pools, slowly enveloping the surrounding asphalt like a red velvet blanket, smooth and mezmerizing. No more breath escapes the mans lips, hes already embarked on what ever journey awaits us at the end. I take a slow drag on my cigarette, lett...

  • Flight 364

    “Flight 364 to Phoenix, Arizona is now boarding. Please wait until your group has been called, thank you.” Cassie glanced up just in time to see the very prim looking gate attendant set the phone down with a firm click. She anxiously checke...

    • Author: Bluestar
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
  • The Desert That Wasn't

    Humid. That was not what I was expecting when deplaning in Tuscon, AZ. I was expecting hot, dry, arid, but not humid. I quickly grabbed my luggage and raced for my friends car. “It is monsoon time”, Dan said. Monsoon? In the desert? Who cre...

    • Author: delphi
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Happy November

    The top is down, and I’m rolling through the hills. Even the wind at sixty miles an hour can’t wipe the grin off my face. Realistically it’s a few degrees too cool for a convertable, but I don’t care. The girl to my right grins ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Gas, Chopper Babes, and Jessica effing Bloom (Mature)

    “What’s your name?” the taller teen asked. He looked about seventeen, and wore an Arizona Wildcats sweatshirt. It was stained red with blood. He stood inches from the Jeep’s headlights. “Jessica Fucking Bloom,” she r...

  • The Legend of the Nameless Man: Well, Let Me Start

    Well, let me start my story by sayin’ that no one knows for certain where he come from. Some say that he was from the East, Virginia p’r’haps, a businessman who embezzled from his company and fled west. Others, that he originally come eas...

  • The Legend of the Nameless Man: The Summer of '80

    The summer of ’80 was when he first showed in town. July, I recall, during an unnatural hot spell, like the mines had busted through to the fires of Hell itself. The way I hear it, he come in from the northwest, from Benson or further. His horse ...

    • Author: August 2nd
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Doc.

    I don’t care if I’m too old to have toys. I’m keeping my toy cowboy, And carrying him around in my pocket. I’ll name him after Doc Holliday. And when me and dad go on vacation this summer? I’ll take him with me. Becaus...

    • Author: MissMay.
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Yesterday.

    Dear journal; Today is Thursday.  Yesterday I was happy.  I am happy today, too. Just not as much.  Today I want to be  Somewhere I would feel happy all the time. Like in the Forests.  It is impossible to feel anything but wonder At the beauty.  ...

    • Author: MissMay.
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Hot Dead Run

    Sweat runs in rivulets and flits back in the oncoming breeze. Worn Reeboks pound out a desperate rhythm across gravel and cracked pavement. A pitiless Arizona sun watches the dead sprint with a burning eye. With a hoarse swear, Mark skids around the co...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5