Advanced Color Theory

I drew myself, coloring skin with only primaries and values. “Create your skin tone with just five color pencils.” Mr. Arteaga flicked his wrist like he was painting the air. “White or Black, our skin’s actually orange.”

The Bus

Manny and I would take turns sneaking peeks at the girl’s panties as we rode the bus home from junior high…

Abuelo

Death came with me on the plane to Puerto Rico. I should have known he would because of my grandfather’s lung cancer. In the airport of San Juan, Death picked up his suitcase that was covered in stickers of foreign places and rushed away from us…

About the Writer

I’ve always believed that stories are not about the main character but about the writer. You’ll learn more about me through my stories, but, for this post, I’ll go through the basics…