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My Little Short Story, "The Shed"

I'm a little behind in posting this, but during last October's APE (Alternative Press Expo), a short story of mine was published in a comic anthology, SIREN. I collaborated with an illustrator and good friend of mine, Bret Hobbs.

Years ago during one of my productive writing periods, I wrote a short story about a young boy who became friends with a shed. Yes, that simple. It was always a story I wanted to return to and luckily for me Bret was in need of such a story. I revised it, handed it over to Bret and only yesterday did I finally see the finished and published product!

The book is beautiful, and I feel so lucky to have "The Shed" in the same book alongside the illustrations of really talented artists:

"The Shed" takes place in the small town of Los Arbolitos where a young boy named Tano leaves from school each day to visit a shed. He becomes friends with the shed in the sense that it's a place where his green toy army men can march into battle and rest when wounded, and where he can spend his evenings being the General before he hears the yells of his mother calling for his return. Sadly, the story ends with the collapse of the shed and the isolated death of Tano.

Here are just a few pages from "The Shed" that Bret and I collaborated on. If you want to see the rest and read the story, buy the book!

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The theme of each comic or short story had to deal with being lured and caught in a different way. "The Shed" was perfect for this theme as there was a definite example of little Tano being lured into going inside a shed that stood like "a viejo, waiting for the desert to collapse him down to his knees".

Again, the book is awesome and recommend anyone that's into comics and great illustration to grab a copy of SIREN. It's available through the website here.



You stay around your home town long enough and you can become an expert at it. Get to know who's moved out, who's pregnant, where to eat, and where the parties are at. Tonight it's dead and no one's informed you that your place is the meeting grounds for sitting around deciding what the plan will be. You can hear your boy's muffler dragging a block away so you take out the left over chips from the quincenera that happened in your backyard the weekend before, and yell, "Ama! There's no more salsa?", because you know you ain't one to pay the bills while Ama still makes you frijolitos at home.
Your boy's are the ones you mess with, drink with and most importantly, give you the confidence to talk to girls with. They hook up with the girls in your town this weekend and hook up with their friends the next. You got game only when you're around them except you act like it's second nature because where you're from, if you ain't playing the field, you're sitting out on the bench like you did when you never got picked for baseball. Always someone hooking up. Always with the girl from school you use to look at and say pobrecita to.

(this was inspired by Junot Diaz' style of writing.)