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 It was hard too see anything because of the thick fog; if you held out your hand a foot from your face, you wouldn’t be able to see it.  Suddenly, the fog began to clear. In what seemed like a perfect circle, the fog moved and revealed the Red Sea beneath it. Looking at it from, above, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was liquid. The surface was smooth and devoid of any waves. It could’ve been a polished red floor for all you knew. And everything was quiet. The fog moved lazily along and circled around the clearing. From nowhere, a bubble emerged from the Sea. It popped and sent a ripple out; dispersing the fog and reveali

Somewhere, Not Here Part 3 By Bruno Lopez-vega    The next thing Lotte knew, he was standing back at the stairwell he had gone up in his dream earlier that day. He looked up and saw the brown door, still with its beautiful carvings. Lotte began to shake, and he could feel sweat roll down his forehead. His breathing became irregular as he heard something move towards him from downstairs. Light shone from the bottom of the stairwell, and the sound of whirring and metal on metal grew louder and . He knew it was just some freak dream; maybe he’d taken a little too much Adderall for his ADHD. But something about this dream, the feeling in

Somewhere, Not Here Part 1 By Bruno Lopez-vega        A few days prior, Lotte had discovered a hole in the tire of his Impala. This made him want to bash his head into the wall. He didn’t feel like going out to buy a new one and changing it, and decided to ride his rickety old bike to and from work until the weekend came around. Now he pedaled up Lexington Avenue back to his apartment in the upper west side of Manhattan. He had left work earlier than usual, but it was still getting dark, and the sun disappeared behind the tall buildings to his left. As Lotte rode, he looked back on his day and made sure he’d gotten all of his

Somewhere, Not Here Part 1 By Bruno Lopez-vega A white desert stretched out over an endless horizon. The ground was made of solid white granite, and was littered with deep crevices and crags that jutted out into the sky. In the middle of a one flatland was a peculiar house. It was two floors and in a rectangular shape; plain and with no outer features other than a window on the upper floor and its door. A few meters from front of the house was a cracked road and, even farther, a lone transmission tower. The road didn’t go very far; only about a block in either direction, then stopping abruptly. The tower’s power lines were also