JBaz

Joined February 2021

251 stories

Bio

I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.

I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.

Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.

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The company we keep
Walter concentrates watching steam roll over the lip of his coffee cup. He has three letters left to solve today’s Wordle. Deep in thought he hardly hears the knock on his front door.
By JBaz9 months ago in Fiction
Albatross
A line from the song ‘Cool Change’ repeats in my head. ‘I was born in the sign of water, it’s there that I feel my best, the Albatross and whales they are my brothers …..’
By JBaz9 months ago in Fiction
Leila's Request
Leila wasn’t alone, her tiny frame lay comatose like the multitude of others in this sterile room. A dim light cloaked the white walls like a shroud covering a secret. Only the constant hum of machines sprouting tubes gave voice to the unmoving. She may have received a name twelve years ago, but she is only known by her designation F-B2105/10/14-G8.
By JBaz9 months ago in Longevity
My Song
My song has not yet been sung for it has yet to be written. There is work to do and lives to avenge before I am allowed to move on. Too young to fight, but not to young to forget, and not yet mature enough to forgive. Until such time I shall linger here waiting for a chance to join my family in the hereafter.
By JBaz10 months ago in Fiction
A paradox in time. Top Story - March 2025.
The numbness slowly dissipates as my fingers grip the warm ceramic mug. With an involuntary shiver I glance around my tiny bare thin-walled apartment. Staring in silence out a filthy window at the world below. Ever since the subsidy cuts to the veteran’s service were announced I must decide whether to pay the heat bill, buy food, or pay the rent.
By JBaz10 months ago in Humor
Digesting Words
Heavy rain continues to pour, creating red puddles of goo. I don’t have another name for it. It has the consistency of blood, but I’m unwilling to investigate.
By JBaz10 months ago in Humor
The Station. Top Story - March 2025.
My eyes are drawn to the octogenarian sitting alone upon a bench in silence, while the world moves around him. There is a serenity emanating from within, surrounding him in a halo. I am mesmerized but have no idea why.
By JBaz10 months ago in Fiction
Head of the Gang
”Photosynthesis.” He replies. Nodding as if I understood his answer about how he receives nutrients. I have so many questions. “I see. What about breathing and consuming water?”
By JBaz10 months ago in Humor
Upon distant Shores
April 10th, 1837 My Dearest Emma, For me time has turned dark like the void within my heart, it has been but one week since our departure from each other, and I ache for you, your eyes, your smile, your gentle touch. The voyage to the new world will be long and the distance vast, please know I do this for us, to begin a new life together. First I must find passage, for as your father would say, I am naught but a pauper. I pray you know I did not flee from cowardice as your father would have you believe, but from persecution of those who wish to see our love torn. I may not be worthy of you. However, I go away to become the man you so deserve.
By JBaz11 months ago in History
So the story goes. Top Story - February 2025.
The red spiced tomato sauce bubbles, erupting like a volcano, out of control. Carl watches in slow motion as the crimson goo explodes upward, escaping the confines of the stainless steel pot. A tiny lava like drop lands on Carls bare forearm, blistering his skin and peeling it back like a banana. The pain is instant, and in his mind excruciating. However if a doctor were on hand his prognosis would be favorable, Carl would live.
By JBaz11 months ago in Writers
Dat's gonna hurt
I sit here all lost and forlorn Knowing dat somethin' is torn Exhausted I sat Upon a chair it was nat Instead twas a rogue cob of corn
By JBaz11 months ago in Poets
The Vow. Honorable Mention in Love in 50 Words Challenge.
A future lost In a primordial vastness of doubt Visions of Irregular starburst scars spotted upon translucent sheets of silver
By JBaz11 months ago in Poets