Esther Spurrill-Jones

Joined September 2022

5 stories

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Poet, lover, thinker, human.

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The Hay Fight
"Hey, Jim," Hailey called. He looked up at the top of the haystack where she sat, and flinched at the rain of dried alfalfa that hit his face. Glaring in mock anger at her laughing green eyes, he said, "Don't make me come up there.”
By Esther Spurrill-Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Tossing and Turning
Anna rolled over and groaned. What was this mattress stuffed with? Gravel? It was impossible to sleep on it. One would think such a thick bed would be soft at least. It was worse than sleeping directly on the ground. Giving up, she rose and swung her legs over the edge, her toes searching for the ladder.
By Esther Spurrill-Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Falling to Pieces
Jerome held his breath, pressing up against the side of the deserted building, praying to whoever or whatever might be listening that he wouldn’t be seen, wouldn’t be heard. Groaning and shuffling reached his ears, heralding the approach of the hordes of undead. The pounding of his heart in his ears was so loud, it almost seemed they should be able to hear it. Crouching behind the abandoned dumpsters and trash bags in the corner of the cramped alley, clutching his sidearm, he watched the infected slouch past his hiding place.
By Esther Spurrill-Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Fire and Brimstone and Salt
One of the angels said, “Flee for your lives! Don’t look back, and don’t stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!” Genesis 19:17
By Esther Spurrill-Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Holding Hands With a Girl
“I have a boyfriend!” Melanie sang out, her voice loud and clear, swinging our joined hands as she strode over the cobblestones. I felt heat rush into my cheeks and I ducked my head, hiding behind my cloud of frizzy red hair.
By Esther Spurrill-Jones3 years ago in Humans