It’ll Hurt

Posted some new content on Tales of Spain where I contribute. Check it out!
–Joe

Tales of Spain

Travel is painful. We’re easily misled by well curated instagram pages or the precise perfection of well designed vacations. Yet travel is really so much more. Travel is waking at 17264993_1291684324234563_2657859027488032465_n4am to catch that plane. It’s constantly second guessing the metro system. Travel is getting very lost on said metro. To travel means accepting the panic when asked a question in a language you absolutely don’t know. Sometimes you’ll get sick in a foreign city and have to curl up in a hostel, that’s okay. And maybe you’ll find yourself explaining the messed up world of American to politics to a couple of Canadian girls, you’ll be alright. Yes, travel is painful. But it’s entirely worth it. As a traveler you will leave pieces of yourself everywhere. Your journey will take and take. Still we go through with it, why? Because even though it hurts, were not losing ourselves, we’re…

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To the Last

Author’s note: This is another post in my collection of micro fiction. I write these pieces to remind myself that I really need to work on my dialogue skills…

After spending the last of his energy. Having fought to the best of his ability. All that remained was to wait. Though not for long, a dull sound rising in his ears. A combination of the pounding in his chest, and the tread of his enemies approaching. “I know that sound,” he whispers. No doubt in his mind of the battle soon to occur. No doubt that he would raise his weapon one last time. Never forgetting why he began. The ideals he stands for need a champion to the last. To go quietly was never an option, death too must be earned it seems. Struggling to his he squares his shoulders, “They know who I am. Let them come if they have the courage.”

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe