Enjonai Jenkins
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Avid and passionate narrator, who’s anxious but ready to share her stories with the world.
Stories (10)
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Rogue Retail Recruiters
I walked into the fitting room to find Laila standing amongst the multiple racks of disarray. Clothes strewn around the small workspace would’ve shaken any sales advisor, but not this one. Laila was our most senior salesperson in the store at the time. Hired at the beginning of last year’s holiday season – she weathered the Black Friday shoppers, the “merry seasonal folk”, and the bored mall walkers of the new year – Laila handled each situation, exhibiting exemplary customer service.
By Enjonai Jenkins4 years ago in Fiction
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“No, no, no!” I repeated screamed at the scene before me. “What happened?” I dropped the knife instantly. There was no other living being In the room to answer my question. I frantically tried to rub the wet and dried blood from my hands, both seemed thicker than I imagined it would be. The bodies of my co-workers littered the floor, all sliced and diced, leaking into the dingy green and brown carpet. The fluorescent lights were darkened in most parts of the office while flickering randomly in others - I woke up to a horror scene.
By Enjonai Jenkins4 years ago in Horror
The Man in the Mirror
The bathroom light comes on and we step into view. Here we go again… I’m getting sick of this. I mimic his movements as he pulls at the skin around his belly. He holds out his arms to full wingspan and shakes them; loose skin hangs a bit and jiggles. We sigh defeatedly and hang our heads. As he’s looking at his feet, surely criticizing their size and the shape of his toes, I glare at him – refusing to imitate his actions.
By Enjonai Jenkins4 years ago in Fiction
Grouchy Guardians
How many near-death experiences do you think happen daily – 100,000? A million? Before I died, I never thought it occurred as much. But I see them happen every day now. For example, within my short commute on the subway, I could watch dozens of people almost die.
By Enjonai Jenkins4 years ago in Fiction
Customer Service Purgatory
The last thing I remember before my demise was my encounter with the manager at my favorite clothing store. “Let me speak to your manager,” I demanded with my arms as crossed as my attitude was. The associate whispered something into her headset and her manager quickly arrived.
By Enjonai Jenkins4 years ago in Fiction
The Lady of Lake Lanier
The lake glistened peculiarly that day. I couldn’t explain it, but its shimmering ripples caught my eye. The ripples lapped the sides of some boats and gently rocked them side to side, all the while calling to me – beckoning me. The long walk down the dock became hypnotic. The other celebration attendees didn’t seem to notice, all consumed with filling coolers with brew and White Claws – most of them were already drunk.
By Enjonai Jenkins4 years ago in Fiction
The Hotline
One call can change everything. I’ve lived in the same pickled-okra-colored house my whole life – pickled okra, that’s the actual name of the color. I had to scour through countless paint swatches at the Home Depot to figure it out. I got tired of hearing heated debates about it from those passing by. This house was my mama’s house. This house was my grandma’s house – her mama’s house too. And for as long as our house could have a telephone, the number has always been the same. BA-9467 on the switchboard morphed into 436-9467 as the concept of the telephone evolved.
By Enjonai Jenkins4 years ago in Fiction
Risky Reunion
Whenever I imagined looking over a cliff, I always thought that there were small ridges along the sides to break your fall – or break all of your bones – on the way down. But this cliff, aside from its obvious erosion, was smooth to the bottom. The boulders that jutted out from the crashing waters revealed where the true danger lies. But it was the waves that made the climb worth it. Emerald waters foamed as its tide offered water to the cliff’s base before pulling it back – the undertow would pull any challenger under immediately. This wasn’t a jumper’s cliff, and I knew that. I also knew that during the small moments, when the waves stopped crashing, the water was clear to the bottom – it brought me immense peace, and so I jumped.
By Enjonai Jenkins4 years ago in Fiction
Reincarnated Love
Light! A bright glaring light awakens me from my slumber. I squeeze my eyes to hide from its intensity. Merely moments before I was rocked back and forth in quiet and dull darkness. That’s the easiest easy to describe what some might call limbo – the wait for one’s essence to be reborn and to continue for another lifetime.
By Enjonai Jenkins4 years ago in Fiction
