Jobedian Kordom

“Grounded ” by Jobedian Kordom

Submitted to Contest #97

The thing about working late nights is that every sound you hear is either made up or something to be investigated in the morning. It’s the rule that keeps your life from turning into a horror movie. So, that is why I couldn’t understand why I would willingly leave my desk and go to my window. I heard the knock a couple of times, ignored it because it might have been my mind playing tricks on me ...

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“Who I Am” by Jobedian Kordom

Submitted to Contest #75

“I don’t know you.” The woman standing in front of my hospital bed looks like she’s about to burst from how red her face is turning. I don’t know how long she wants to put herself through this because it’s clearly not helping. I mean, who comes to visit a man who doesn’t know you every day and get angry at him like it’s his fault all this is happening. Honestly, I’m considering asking the nurses ...

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“Survive ” by Jobedian Kordom

This is stupid. It’s probably the worse idea I’ve ever had. I mean, who takes a three day trip to visit someone they have never met in their life because they promised their eighteen year old self something that so clearly seems like the worse idea since olives on pizza. It doesn’t matter that this has been on my list since I got the papers seven years ago. It can probably wait until next year. No, see, this is exactly t...

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“Swan Song ” by Jobedian Kordom

Submitted to Contest #69

"... give us a call at your convienience." The last of the message plays on the answering machine, sending a cold chill down my back. It's been a few months since the painful dissapointment that I didn't make the company so I was forced to move on. Exchaning tights for suits hadn't been easy but I had almost convinced myself that I was going to make it. Untill this moment, this message. With a growl and s...

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“Summer Night Secrets ” by Jobedian Kordom

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. It had the same shade of blue paint that now reminded her of stolen innocence. The same stark white shutters to round of the secret that the people inside the house lived with for so many years. The secret they all stilled lived with and would die with, if they knew what was good for them. She didn’t exactly kno...

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