By David Karp You could feel the end of winter approaching. There were no thunderous blades of cutting wind that would make the shutters on the windows open and close; open and close, crashing like broken cymbals. The puffs and puffs that made up the heavy jackets on the sidewalk grew thinner and thinner byContinue reading “Help Line”
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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”
A Panic Attack
By David Karp The truth is, when I find myself in the heat of panic, I tend to walk down to the Pier. You get lost in the crowd of tourists (and yes, some locals. Maybe such as myself.), watch the ocean in the pitch black if it’s night and try to hear the wavesContinue reading “A Panic Attack”
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”
The Making/Rambling of “Lasciare Andare” (Part 1)
By David Karp Today I read some of the thirty-four page short story I wrote over quarantine for the first time in a while. It got me excited to get back into and and work on the final draft for a couple of reasons. I’m starting to feel ready to go back into that world.Continue reading “The Making/Rambling of “Lasciare Andare” (Part 1)”
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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