In the chapter “A Christmas to Remember,” Grey and Ash, living on a mountain, experience a transformative holiday. The narrative revolves around the introduction of a special candy dish, its irresistible allure, and the boys’ struggle to resist its temptation. The dish becomes a focal point, symbolizing the rare sweetness that makes this Christmas truly unforgettable for the mountain-dwelling family.
Hector as a chimp, war giraffes, and thrilling escapes in the twilight of early dawn- these are just a taste of the wild adventures found in this chapter.
Hector blinked. “Where is the plant? Uhh… Why, I had it in my- dang. It’s in my car.” Flores smiled- but something about the smile was wrong. Hector noticed a new, disagreeable, almost malicious look on the drug-lord’s round, slick face. It was gone in a microsecond...
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Three hours and thirty minutes flew by, much like a bald eagle chasing a desert jackrabbit, as Hector made tracks to a small compound. Nestled deep in the Sierra Madre Occidental mountains, the compound had for decades been a secret stronghold to those evading the...
Chemistry is an interesting subject. It’s like math, and it’s also like a game, a cruel and unusual game where you combine several materials in the hope of making a new material that is useful to you in some way. Of course, just like math, you don’t always get the...
The two men stared at each other, each daring his enemy to make the first move- and, subsequently, to be punched full of lead. Hector’s grip was one of iron- very sweaty iron- on his rifle. The policeman didn’t seem to be fazed by Hector’s steel barrel of death- yet...
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Buy the book Growing Up Itchy Winter faded to nothing, and the white aspens around the spring blossomed with pale green leaves. The snow melted away, making the ground damp underneath its mat of last year's grasses. The yellow buttercups were back, and they sprinkled...
“The Mayans and Immortality: What Newly-Discovered Inscriptions Tell Us About Mexican Mythology January 4th, 2017 By K. Fresham Gratchen, Ph.D “Archaeological excavations in the Yucatan Peninsula have unearthed a remarkable discovery: a collection of Mayan writings...
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy The mountains rested. Wintertime had come and the aspen leaves waited on the ground to receive their covering of snow. Grey and his family moved down to Curlew, a tiny town at the base of the mountain, where they were to live in a house....
Hector moved through the noisy throng at Flores’ mansion. At the party, he saw all kinds of people. Flores was walking beside him, extolling the finesse of his manor. “Hector, it’s brilliant! All of my drug-dealing friends from all around the world! And no pesky...
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy Grey stepped out of the trailer door, letting it bang shut behind him. Mom was inside making bread with Ash, and Grey's tummy growled. He was ready for lunch. He ignored the tiny gnats flickering around his head and reached for his...
Hector's eyes fluttered open. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him. He lay there for a moment, taking in his surroundings. He was in the middle of the ruined mansion, surrounded by destruction and chaos. The sound of gunfire and shattering glass...
Buy the book Growing Up Itchy The old pale yellow Datsun shuddered as it came to a stop, heater roaring under the dash. Sleep dissipated, and Grey struggled up from the cracked vinyl seat. Impressions of plastic leather stitching ran across the side of his face. His...
The sound of shattering glass and gunfire filled the air. Hector gasped. The tall, spindly man pulled out a pistol and ducked behind a table. Hector could see men in tactical gear, armed with assault rifles, pouring into the mansion. Who are these guys? What is...