Cristina Collazo
/ GreyThoughts.Info…miss video games. It was a time waster as my mom called it but I definitely had some great times playing even if I was just playing by myself. They were my home away from home. The friends I never had. The family I never had. The lovers I never had. Whatever I was missing. The sounds, the colors, the catchy…
By Cristina Collazo
…road in front of me and nothing behind me or at least I can’t see what’s behind me. I can’t turn to look back. No matter how hard I try to look back I end up looking up at the sky instead. I’m in the middle of the road. To my left an empty field with a few dead trees. And to my right are thick lively trees that I…
By Cristina Collazo
…business. Not sure what that means, but she decided to wear a long-sleeved red sweater, black linen, black socks, and black flats. She was being interviewed at three in the afternoon and regretted it. Now she…
By Cristina Collazo
…father wrapped me up in a blanket. As much as I fought to be let out he wouldn't let me go. I think I heard my sister cry. It wasn't a long trip. He locked me up in an empty bedroom. Shortly after he left my mother appeared with a box. Was that to use as a…
By Cristina Collazo
…were some remains of a wall. Finally, I could begin to smell the burning of what was left of Oakheart. There must have been at least twenty creatures camping inside what was left of the small village. These creatures must be working for the dragon. They brought me into the camp. They brought me to a tent in…
By Cristina Collazo
…smiled as my feet touched the soft sand. I’ve been to a few beaches but none as magical as this one. I almost skipped along the path, a picnic basket in hand, as I neared the ocean. The water glittered, reflecting the light of the sun. Although it was a pretty sight, I couldn’t help but feel that something was…
By Cristina Collazo