By David Karp ~~~~~ Original Memory It’s easy for me to go back to that page in my life. That scene, when I wander there on my own accord: it plays perfectly well. In my mind, I don’t think it ever stops playing. Probably in some old drive-in at midnight somewhere deep in my subconscious,Continue reading “This Is Where We Part”
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An Epilogue
By David Karp The road that went over the two big hills was foggy at night: something that it always seemed to be, even when she had driven up the same road hundreds of times just two years ago. The streetlights with the pink tints reflected off the fog, giving a sensation of being lostContinue reading “An Epilogue”
The Exchange
By David Karp As Will got out of the car, he was hit with the breeze of the Hudson River as it flowed angrily beneath him. He jumped at it’s rigidness. It stung his eyes and his hands. He could hear the wind as it roared through the valley below him. He shivered, wondering ifContinue reading “The Exchange”
The Odds
By David Karp Let’s say you are at a roulette table. You put a chip on a random number; doesn’t matter which one it is. Black, white. And let’s just say that that chip is the only chip you put down on the table. The other players look at you like you’re absolutely stupid orContinue reading “The Odds”
Questions Unanswered
By David Karp Her hand was sweaty as I held it tight with mine. I glanced with my peripheral at her, but she was staring straight, her brown hair whipping back gently as the automatic doors slid open. My bike was leaning on the Rush Medical sign behind the bushes like I left it anContinue reading “Questions Unanswered”
Are There Even Llamas In Arizona?!
By David Karp Dear R- Leo’s getting big, and his prancing around our ranch on Christmastime is getting more and more destructive by the year. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way! I never knew llamas could tell when it was Christmastime, by the way. Well, maybe it’s just Leo. But once he seesContinue reading “Are There Even Llamas In Arizona?!”
Love, Emma…
By David Karp I jolt upright from the rush of my own blood and the rapid beating of my own heart. The light is dim, mimicking the sunset that ended an hour ago. The T.V. is playing some sort of crime show. The volume is on it’s lowest. The only thing I could really hearContinue reading “Love, Emma…”
“So This Is It, Huh?”
By David Karp After an hour or so of reminiscing, she followed his gaze as he looked out the window. He had a clear view of the road from the booth they were sitting in with its peeling red leather. The streetlights, shining their bloodied pink hue, led further on into the distance until thereContinue reading ““So This Is It, Huh?””
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