This is simply a collection of dialogues that I create (mostly to expand the fences I've naturally built around my writing skill set). Nothing more, nothing less -- unless your brain takes my words and twists and contorts them into something much more beautiful than they ever were on the screen. Some texts may be flow...
This is just a compilation of short stories I have written per someone's request or dreamt up and jotted down in less than an hour. I'll keep updating this collection as I write more. At some point, when there are enough of these stories, I'll bundle them into a paperback and publish it. WARNING: THIS IS AN UNEDITED V...
A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014
Parker Elway is having dreams. Strange dreams; waking dreams; dreams in which she opens her eyes in the darkness to find herself paralyzed and surrounded by shadows from her deepest nightmares. The doctors call it sleep paralysis. But is it really so simple? As the waking terrors worsen and strange people begin to app...
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
There is a terrible unbecoming of the heavens, and there is a great welcoming of death. And s h e is the reason why. ❧ [highest ranking paranormal #31] [all rights reserved © 2017]
Caleb Diaz is not an animal lover. At all. So when his friend Marnie shows up on his doorstep with a birthday card and a kitten for his big 1-8, he's more than a little peeved. Cats stink, no questions about it. And with graduation less than a year away, Caleb's hardly got the time (or patience) to cope with running...
