Jeffrey Pope

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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“It's a resolution” by Jeffrey Pope

Submitted to Contest #75

“Curse me! Should I ever again raise these damn thongs at anyone.”His voice was low, with an agreeable trace of huskiness. And filled with so much grief. Away from the lonely whip, and up the cinder block wall, nearly reaching the splendidly frescoed ceiling, there found his perturbed gaze, a photograph. “This is my resolution,” Those words, full of malice, left his dry, trembling lips with great difficulty. “…to you.”Whoever he was speaking to, was staring back. From the photograph, in gilt frame. In it...

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“Bayport” by Jeffrey Pope

Submitted to Contest #67

“I saw them die. One by one, he slits their throats with their arms strapped behind their backs. Their bodies, once repositories of people as alive as I am, were slumped over, half-sitting, half-laying and completely naked. Some minutes after, the surrounding air became soaked in their stench. One could pick up the fetor of blood from a mile away.”The furniture stared blankly, and doubtingly. Of course they didn’t believe a word he said, and he knew but went on anyway.“They lay like ghoulish mannequins in a waste of blood by...

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“Murdered by accident” by Jeffrey Pope

Submitted to Contest #64

 “We’ve been on this road for almost an hour.”Reeves snorted at his complaint. “You’re even drunker you look. It’s only been twenty minutes since we left the bar.”The old pot-holed, cracked tarmac road winds through a large field of dead, yet tall grasses, unwilling to surrender the surrounding dryness. Maurice kept his eyes bulging as he stared wordlessly at the road ahead which appeared to be whirling. “These damn grasses are getting in the way.” Reeves cursed under his breath, eyes on the road. “Heck, how...

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“Sick world” by Jeffrey Pope

Submitted to Contest #40

I haven’t been myself ever since that night when I came home and found my wife’s body, laying naked in a pool of her blood. I’d been a mess since then. As each night passes, I keep hearing the voices in my head asking me why am I still here, I should be dead. I tried to end my life, but the only reason I’m still alive is because I haven’t figured out the best way to do it. Every option I’d considered would leave me in severe pains before I finally die.Depression had me within it grasp. I found solace in the alcohols I drank and the...

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Author bio

I am a creative writer and an aspiring author. When I write, I take my readers on a dark journey of twist and suspense, making it difficult for them to stop reading once they've started. As an introvert, writing novels is the only real way of expressing what is in my head without making eye contact with anyone. I have been writing for most of my life. I'm an avid reader who is obsessed with dark and twisted stories, with a bit of romance tossed in. I sometimes think of myself as a 'Ghoul on pages'.