Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Dan Ryoma : Writing

To the Mugger

To the Mugger

A Poem by Dan Ryoma


You came from the shadow of the red brick, Hands quivering from the weight of the pistol. My face the gun kissed, my fall hysteric. I bled as..
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A Story by Dan Ryoma


Katherine’s watch read six o’ clock the moment it was crushed under the wheel of a white Ford truck. It was under this white truck where..
Prologue

Prologue

A Chapter by Dan Ryoma


The instant Margaret Horn’s two lower right ribs broke into six pieces it was a Thursday and she was eight years, two months, and four days old..
1: Café Perdu

1: Café Perdu

A Chapter by Dan Ryoma


Forty minutes had passed since Margaret attempted to leave her white walled apartment without her brown leather purse in hand. For that forty minutes..
Her Red Trench

Her Red Trench

A Story by Dan Ryoma


The cafe was busy as John walked through its heavy wooden doors. He waltzed through the cloud of noise to a small round table for two in the back whe..
Any Day Now

Any Day Now

A Story by Dan Ryoma


I took a break from pushing the lawn mower and stood in the freshly mowed grass to wipe the beads of sweat off of my forehead. I peered down to notic..
Wet Stone

Wet Stone

A Story by Dan Ryoma


Surely enough the rain came pouring down on us, drowning her words and tears. Soon after, the angry look on her face drowned along with them. Her yel..
The Satellite

The Satellite

A Story by Dan Ryoma


As I opened the lecture hall door and walked into the cold morning air I listened intently to the reason why my friend had dressed so nicely. When I ..
On Yellow

On Yellow

A Story by Dan Ryoma


Jeffrey could only hear the tapping of his shoes as he was leaving the lobby. The doors slid open with a quiet wooshing sound. The sun was beaming vi..

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