Jamye Sharp
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Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
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The Cave Part 3
Everyone knows that feeling. Your eyes open, often after a very satisfying rest, and all you do is stare at the ceiling for a time while just listening for sounds and trying to interpret what they are. Sometimes there is nothing but silence, and that can be a little unnerving. Fortunately that is not what I woke too. I could hear the steady flow of water, if slightly muffled by the sliding wood door to my right. Sunlight illuminated the room, finding every chink in the buildings make up, a few beams falling directly on my feet. They thus glowed brightly, and I flexed them a little, watching my toes curl in the pleasant warmth.
By Jamye Sharp6 days ago in Chapters
The Cave Part 2
I walked a long time in the pale light that stretched from the other end of the cave. It seemed to get further away the longer I walked, and the gentle rise eventually turned into steps. I had begun to count them as I went, but then the number escaped me. Weariness sucked at my legs and feet, and for one moment I felt I was passing through water that threatened to push me back and under, but then I reached the opening. The light was so strong and bright, I wanted to cover my eyes for the longest time.
By Jamye Sharp13 days ago in Fiction
The Cave Part 1. Top Story - December 2025.
"What happened to me?" The question hung in the air, damp and hollow as it was. I felt the closeness of the walls, solid and deep. There was no echo. No hope that a simple voice could impede the silent dark. It surrounded me, gathered up and rolled over me with a blanket of complete forgetfulness. I was gone. Dead. To all who knew me, lost years ago. This is what happens to bones. This is what happens to those buried and left to lie beneath the earth until the end of time.
By Jamye Sharp27 days ago in Chapters
The Cry in the Water Part 8. Top Story - October 2025.
It had been waiting for them. Quietly, patiently, waiting for them. In a moment of retrospect, Jayr realized that it had probably been there for the last few minutes or more after locating their foot falls or the sounds of their voices. The creature was intelligent, cunning and beyond subtle when it wanted to be. Only now that it had been revealed, did the creature allow the translucent nature of its scales to regain their original color. A dark black shade, polished surface like obsidian, covered the creature entirely. Only it yellow eyes, large great orbs with vertical slits like a cat, stood out against the inky blackness of its body, and these burned with intense focus.
By Jamye Sharp3 months ago in Fiction
Cry in the Water Part 7
The three stood there breathing hard, the only light in the hall coming down from slit windows, filtering thorough the dust they had kicked up in the rush of feet, looking like long gently draped curtains whispering against the floor. Looking beyond, they could vaguely see the long shape of a table, and benches on either side. Above, fragments of old tapestry that lined the walls wavered gently on softly moving air, their tattered remains hanging by threads through the long years.
By Jamye Sharp4 months ago in Fiction
