Martie Vela

FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 2 No. 1 Issue The colors by the water were bold, and the sun rays bounced off the water like glass. There were waves of purple blended with pink and yellow along the horizon. The bells were ringing loud. Horacio was sweating. His heart was beating as he reeled in. He remembered to layer his breathing between pulls. He felt tired as he rotated his wrist to push the paddle forward, as he opened the bail arm, the spool spun loose, and the line ran. He closed the...

FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 1 No. 4 The walk seemed harder today. His knees ached. The air felt light, the leaves were changing color. The clouds were thick and the sun played peekaboo. He wore thicker socks with hiking boots. His foot itched as he walked and the skin pressed against the hard leather. He was carrying three rods today. He had envisioned where he would place them. While walking, he noticed a bird. It was black with clear brown eyes. It was fluttering on the ground struggling to...

FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 1 No. 3 He sat alone on the hammock listening to the birds settle in. He slowly swayed with the breeze between the two pecan trees. He could hear the water flow through the hose into the orange tree. He was reading a newspaper. He was studying the moon phase. He had decided that the best shot at a catan was on a hot day with minimal moonlight. He wondered where he should set up tonight. He took a long sip of cold water. Drops fell on his stomach as he raised the glass...