C Jyl Parker
Bio
Starting from the fairy stories and poems of childhood, I've always had an interest in the fantasy, adventure and science fiction worlds. Although I've done a lot of writing over the years, I've published only a few short stories and poems.
Stories (22)
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Songs from My Father
Songs from My Father By C. Jyl Parker Sharla had gotten used to the stream of condolence letters and flower deliveries, but the high-pitched whir of a drone delivery was something new. She was just heading into her house after checking her mailbox, and the noise made her turn. Such a big package from only a medium sized drone. The box was oblong, and the return address label was smeared. Sharla took it inside and placed it on the kitchen table. She cut open the tape with a paring knife and found an old guitar, exactly like the one her father had given to her when she was a teenager. It even had the same style embroidered strap on it with silver trim, and the strings were four nylon and two steel. Everything about it told her it was the same guitar.
By C Jyl Parker10 months ago in Families
Mia Cara
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Carrie understood that rule when her mother disappeared. Now, five years later, it made no sense. Her father told Carrie they would open the room when her mother returned. Now Carrie knew it was all lies: he never intended to open the door. Her mother was never coming home, and her father was going to marry that nasty woman. She ran upstairs to the locked door when they told her.
By C Jyl Parkerabout a year ago in Horror
Moonlight
Moonlight By C Jyl Parker The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. In fact, at first there was no one in the mirror, only shadows of a different room. How could that be? And where was my face, my yellow hair pulled back in a ponytail, my nightshirt? How did I get here? Was I dreaming? I stood in front of the large, oval mirror, my hands gripping either side of the carved wooden frame. I wanted to step back, to release the death-grip of my hands, but I couldn’t move. I thought back to what I last remembered.
By C Jyl Parker3 years ago in Fiction
Moonlight
Moonlight By C Jyl Parker The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. In fact, at first there was no one in the mirror, only shadows of a different room. How could that be? And where was my face, my yellow hair pulled back in a ponytail, my nightshirt? How did I get here? Was I dreaming? I stood in front of the large, oval mirror, my hands gripping either side of the carved wooden frame. I wanted to step back, to release the death-grip of my hands, but I couldn’t move. I thought back to what I last remembered.
By C Jyl Parker3 years ago in Horror
