Okay, it's been a LONGER while...I've written a few more stories, and am planning to write at least a few more this summer. For various reasons I don't think I'll post them here yet, but if you want to check them out, send me an email.
Now to resume my job hunting...
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The Icy RoadThe Icy RoadThe Icy Road
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Jared Pullen
Jonathan Myers was standing at a bus stop at six a.m. in below freezing weather. He wrapped his
arms around himself as he exhaled a large breath, watching the white cloud dissipate on its way up-wards. He couldn’t stop shivering despite the oversized down jacket he was wearing. In the distance he finally
heard the bus making its way up Timber Hill road. Myers bent down and picked up his bags while the bus screeched to a stop in front of him. The
doors hissed open, and he was gree
by ~50-50
A Night in the RainA Night in the RainA Night in the Rain
Rain poured from the darkening sky, cooling down the warm asphalt. The day had been horrendously hot, scorching the sidewalks and melting the tar on rooftops. The unique smell of newly wet pavement still hung in the air, ushering in the coolness of night. The streets were fairly populated, despite the rain. Everyone was taking respite in the temperature change the rain brought. Rats were coming out from their underground kingdoms in search of the days trash; picking through garbage bins and sniffing their way down the alleys.
by ~50-50
Darkest DaysDarkest Days by Jared PullenDarkest Days
Outside, the rain falls from the upper black of the sky like
un-witnessed tears. Wind is scraping the skyscrapers, rattling loud neon signs, whistling through abandoned blackened brick frames. The wet teardrops are hurled against a window, blasting into several minute liquid spiders, each drop-crawling their way down the pane. Inside, a bundle of black silk sheets rustle with annoyance. Tap-tap-tap. Rain pelting glass, the bundle stirs again. This time, the foothill of silk erupts in
by ~50-50
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blablabla.
i wish i could go and re-shoot, i wanted her to rest her head more against the tree, but as it was she was falling and it began to thunder.
woe is me!
thanks a lot though! will read some of your work when my eyes aren't so damn blurry
you said darkest days is your 5th offical short story?
where are you hiding the other ones??
also i wanted to let everyone know i'm very sorry about the typos, that was a big oops on my part.
ty again!
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