The fiction writings and ramblings of Zach. Strange Level > 9000. Coherence not guaranteed. Absurdity assured. Zach is a purveyor of Unreal estate. Like all millennials, he prefers to live rent free in your head.
Published April 20, 2021
“Johnny sat alone at the booth, tapping his foot nervously. His eyes scattered about as he waited impatiently for his date to arrive. We had agreed to 6:30; it’s 6:45, he thought. He kept looking at his phone, re-reading his last text to her: “HERE.” No response from her yet.”
Check out my short story “A First Date… Again & Again” I published on Vocal.media. This is for a writing contest called “Dream Date.”
Published March 3, 2021
“’Do you have fire?’ she asked him.
His eyes met her face: this stranger. They stood staring outside of a closed bodega around midnight on a bleak, wet night. The sky spit with uncertainty; a low mist hid dark crevices.”
Check out my short story I published on Vocal.media. This is for a writing contest called “Little Black Book“. Think-talking at its finest.
