SHORT STORY: "Frozen Nights" By Zachary Velarde

 "Frozen Nights

By Zachary Velarde

 

            All was silent in the public park of Chicago, Illinois, on January 7th, 2004. The sun had set and the moon had rose and now hung in the sky, projecting its faint light for all to gaze in awe of. The snow had fallen already and it left the park covered in a fresh layer of snow, the type of fresh that was only found in zones without human contact. The park had many trails the led through it and a giant park near the end. the park had many all the average equipment; a seesaw, a swing set, some chairs, a bike rack, a play ground with mulch flooring. The only sound that could be hear, as faint as it was, was the shivering of the young boy who sat alone on the seesaw.


POETRY: "The Poor Frog" By Zachary Velarde

"The Poor Frog"
By Zachary Velarde

All morn the poor frog!
For he has lived through torture!

SHORT STORY: "Cold Days" By Zachary Velarde

“Cold Days”

By Zachary Velarde

                It was another windy winter morning in downtown Chicago. The grass was covered in a layer of frost that made the once green patches, a frozen brown. The sun hit the Sears Tower perfectly; a shining example of how Chicago was America’s architecture king. Traffic was already piling as people rushed around heading to whatever destination they had in mind. One such person, or rather two persons, were traveling towards the Sheraton Chicago Hotel, one smiling gleefully, her dream only a few blocks away, the other silently fuming as she twisted words in her mind to try and make her target hurt as much as possible.

POETRY: "Moments" By Zachary Velarde

“Moments”

By Zachary A. Velarde

It’s hard to move on from the past

when every day is like the last.

When everywhere I go I feel your echo

Haunting me.

Every second that ticks by I can’t help but see my life, before.

The laughs we shared, the tears, the shouts, and all in between.