Jared van Esch
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My Portfolio of short stories and scripts.
Stories (5)
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Fastest Spoon
[Interior, Old Western Tavern, Day] The area is filled with a number of men and women all dressed in traditional western gear. Loud music is played by a gentleman at a piano. There is a game of Poker being played in the corner. Talking, laughing and singing can all be heard.
By Jared van Eschabout a year ago in Fiction
Reflections
It was truly amazing how many times Ven caught his own reflection. Some would make the argument that Ven was being a tad narcissistic, but it came from a place of judgement. His own mind betraying him every time his eyes caught a mirror in a bathroom or the reflection of a storefront shop. He had spent such a long time hating the person who stared back for no reason other than he existed.
By Jared van Eschabout a year ago in Fiction
Meaning
“Everything in here is so dusty!” George rolled his eyes at his younger sister’s comment as he looked around the trove of boxes. When his mother had said they were travelling to the Surface-Domain, he had assumed they were heading to a Heritage Reserve to wander through the Amusement Monuments. It had been years since they had returned to their late grandfather’s home, so it hadn’t even occurred to George that it was their destination. A few hours of moaning and groaning had led their mother to give the two a job: Sort through the old junk in the attic.
By Jared van Eschabout a year ago in Fiction
