SHORT STORY 2 – Little Little

By Jessica-Ken:   In a little cottage lived an old woman and a little boy. The little boy would always go down to the river to play, bringing home lots of fruits and making his grandmother wonder where he had…

SHORT STORY 3 – The Woman

By Jessica-Ken: A woman ran in with a sleeping child. The child was feeling unwell and almost without breath. Her mother’s cries filled the room as she pleaded for her child to be saved. “Please… please, Reverend Father, save my…

SHORT STORY 4 – Demon

By Jessica-Ken: There was a man named Demon who lived on the Isle of Marasiwa. Legend has it that Demon was born human, but was a god and could return anytime to the clouds. He lived for a hundred years,…

THE GILBERTS {PREQUEL}

By Jessica-Ken: Racing horses lifted sand in the air as angry grunts raced alongside. Father and son, both of them. They were horse riding, the former emerging the victor. “I told you I’d win, Stefan,” “You know I can beat…

HERALD

By Jessica-Ken: A boy named Herald, stood on a hill, with his flock. He ran after one who he had nicknamed ‘Japhy’ and ran back to the others who were bleating on the hilltop. “Whew. That’s all of you,” Japhy…

***LU***

By Jessica-Ken: Thump—thump—I could hear heavy footsteps and loud snorts; our unwelcome visitor, one I couldn’t see. I was getting dizzy from the blood loss, and weary from not having eaten for days, but I tried not to give up,…

THAT NIGHT!

By Jessica-Ken: It started on a rainy day when a frightening masked fella appeared on the street. “Ronnie!” My mother’s voice rang, jolting me. I stopped staring and ran inside—up the stairs—I went into my bedroom. “Whoo! That was close.”…

SHORT SHORT STORY!

By Jessica-Ken: ✝ I saw a man seated outside our gate, with a big chaplet hung around his neck. “Do you know God?” I drew closer as I heard him ask. “God?” he nodded his head and looked at me.…

SHORT STORY 1: The girl without name

By Jessica-Ken: There was this girl who always came by our house to play but never told me her name. She was fair and pretty tall, had gray eyes and blonde hair. “What’s your name?” “Mother never gave me one,”…

TEARS: After The Kill

By Jessica-Ken:   I felt life drifting out of me as I lay next to my bride, seeing her bloody gown.   “Arabel? Arabel?” I called in a throaty voice, but she was still.   I wanted to reach for…