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(Content Warning: Gore, adult dialogue, grisly imagery) It had been the fourth time they’ve had to quarantine since 2020. Once in January of that year, then in July, missing out on Independence Day celebrations with friends and family, March of 2021, and again in October. It was Halloween, and Jackie Barnes was determined to at least have their porch light on. Halloween is Jackie’s favorite hol...
There was an eerie smell when we walked through the front door of my grandpa’s house. He had died a week earlier in the living room from a heart attack, and the lingering smell of death had never vacated. He had left his San Francisco home to my parents, who were eager to rummage through his belongings, throw away what they didn’t want and move us in. I did not know much about my grandpa. He had sent m...
(CW: Adult content)Part I-The SecretThe cell walls were much larger than back at the woman’s prison. A last recall to the sliver of freedom they were missing out on, she supposed. Gabrielle Davis was in a holding cell in the Wilson County Courthouse, awaiting the beginning of her trial. She had been there now for hours, plenty of time to meet with her defense team, family, but most of all, time to conv...
“Hello”, he greeted the customer as they walked in. The customer was a gorgeous woman with tan skin and auburn hair. Adam, as printed in black, bold letters on his nametag, could not help but watch as she walked towards the Pepsi cooler door. She was wearing tightly pressed blue jeans, a blue collar shirt that hugged her bosom, and a pair of all gray Vans on her feet. It was 9:30 in the evening, and his shift a...
“You believe in alternate realities?” Chavis asked his long-time buddy Claude, skeptical of all the alternate dimension nonsense. He was stroking his short, brown curls through his plump fingers. “I do, yeah” Claude replied. “I think it’s not only possible, but likely.” He had his chin tiredly cradled in his palm with his fingers rubbing his bottom lip. His shaggy raven hair swept to the side. ...
I am a poet, novelist and short story writer. I live in Wilson, North Carolina.
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