Jim Parker

“~ How Quickly Things Change ~” by Jim Parker

~ How Quickly Things Change ~A black helicopter left the Brownsville, Texas airport with a full tank of gas headed for the Mexican border. Grace was surprised Mr. Portis was such an accomplished pilot as he explained how he could easily fly under the radar and enter Mexican airspace. Portis, Will and Grace had come all the way from Langley Air Force Base together. It was unseasonably hot, and Grace was weary and hoped they were close to their so far undisclosed destination. But four hours later, after fruitlessly searching the Mapimi sectio...

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“WITCH” by Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #275

~Witch~My name is Wisteria Wanda Wix and I am a Witch. A powerful one at that. Call me Wisty. My mother was a Witch, her mother was a Witch. You get the idea. Let me dispel the biggest misconception about Witches right off the bat. We don’t worship Satan, or God, for that matter. Doesn’t mean that we don’t make use of them from time to time, if the need arises. No we worship nature. Mother Earth. That’s where our power lies. Are we clear on the whole Satan thing? Okay, let’s move on.I’m getting dressed for a funeral and trying to decide if I...

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“~ Paranoia ~” by Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #273

~ Paranoia ~            “It is August 13, 2023.”“I have been sleeping poorly for a quite a while now. I’m either tossing and turning with insomnia or having bizarre dreams night after night. My wife is worried and gave me a smart watch. She says it has a GPS in it so she can find me anytime, anywhere, like a lost poodle I guess. Seems a bit condescending. But the watch is also a recorder. She insisted I start keeping a sleep journal. I think it’s a waste of time, but she’s pretty smart a...

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“~What's Your Sign~” by Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #272

~What’s Your Sign~Raymond had just turned eighty years old and didn’t care, age was just a number. He sat at his computer watching an online interview of the famous author of Romance Fantasy, Leslie Sorenson. She was attractive, even sans makeup. Tall, with penetrating green eyes and long brown hair. Seth the blogger had already covered her basic stats. Twenty-nine years old. Lived in Newport News, Virginia. Big influences: Jennifer Armentrout and Diana Gabaldon. Likes to write longhand on the beach with her cat, Miff, so she can watch the b...

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“Kitchen Confessions” by Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #270

Kitchen ConfessionsCorrine walked down the hall into the kitchen just as the sun’s morning rays were coming through the front window over the dining room table and striking the kitchen cabinets. Jimmy stood at the counter whipping something in a bowl. He was wearing jeans, hiking boots, and a t-shirt with a picture of Barbara Eden’s Genie on the front and the words “Yes Master” on the back. Corine was surprised to see him armed to the teeth with two hunting knives, a .45 on his belt, and a Samurai sword slung over his shoulder.  &n...

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“Friends and Enemies” by Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #268

Friends and EnemiesDavid E. had often mentioned his regret at not having seen the sights of the Historic Triangle of Williamsburg, Virginia while living with Debbie and Shewuma. Wisty revealed her surprise to him. Three days retracing the footsteps of early America. Just the two of them. As she rounded a sweeping curve on Rochambeau Road she said. “D.E. I have another surprise for you.”           They drove past an enormous wolf head with WELCOME splayed across the top. David E. blurted ...

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“Hybrids: A Love Story” by Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #264

Hybrids: A Love StoryDawn was breaking through the front window when the restless critters decided that it was time for their Daddy to get up. He had slept later than intended but no matter. It was Christmas day. He leaned over Wu, still sleeping, and kissed her forehead. “Outside,” he said low. The animals rushed to the door climbing over each other to get out. Jimmy paused with the back door half open, waiting for Tippycat coming down the stairs. “Merry Christmas Spunky. Merry Christmas WuWu.”       &nbsp...

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