Kenneth Boutte
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Tails From the Gate
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, until that damn gateway showed up. Before it started spewing the scaly bastards left and right, I would like to think this was a peaceful place. A peaceful place, with flowers and little woodland animals, stuff like that. But now this place is full of them fighting and burning everything to the ground. We don’t know if it’s the breeze coming off the mountains or the smell of armored tanks leaking diesel fuel keeping them here, but dragons call this valley home now. And it’s up to the Fifth Division infantry to evict them. Truth be told no one has been able to kill even one. They kill themselves more than we have ever been able to even make a dent. That is until today, an injured one was spotted and we’ve been tasked with killing it off.
By Kenneth Boutte4 years ago in Fiction
The Cure
The streamers and flags dance in the breeze of heat falling from the vents. The calendar displays December 7th, and the museum has put on its annual Pearl Harbor anniversary celebration. However there’s another anniversary I’m acknowledging today. I can’t believe it's been 7 months already.
By Kenneth Boutte4 years ago in Fiction
Galudnee's Light
Galudnee’s Light The champagne bubbles have a different kinda pop to them tonight. It’s the same Defusco’s and the same veal parmesan cannelloni but tonight everything is different. Shelby’s green eyes stare at me beneath the candlelight awaiting the big news she has been anticipating all day. Her acrylic filled nails merge into my palms and time has finally come to share the news I’ve been holding all day.
By Kenneth Boutte5 years ago in Fiction
Brown Box Confessional
Brown Box Confessional Ever since I could remember, I’ve loved the shower. Not a bath where you’re sitting in your own filth, but a shower. Blood, dirt, perfume; you can wash off anything in the shower. Can wash off your sins too if you’re in there long enough. The hot water caresses my body and strips me of all the unwanted. It all rolls off my skin and swirls down the drain forgotten, and discarded. Stepping out, I’m as new and as naked a babe. But in truth, a fogged reflection of a monster stares back in the mirror. The monster is covered in bruises and scratches from last night’s endeavor. Even putting on my best smile the evil still remains.
By Kenneth Boutte5 years ago in Fiction
What Falls on Deaf Ears
What Falls on Deaf Ears The unmistakable smell of coffee swirls through the small gas station as the twins prepare for the early risers like me. I’m usually one of the first ones in to avoid the crowds. Avoiding people’s stares is something I’ve incorporated into my daily routine. Today is no different.
By Kenneth Boutte5 years ago in Fiction
