Jayde Bartha
Bio
Twenty-six, mother of one.
I've been crafting stories since I learnt to write.
Favorite genres; anything mysterious, thrilling, true-crime or pure horror.
Stories (8)
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IV: Night of the Living Dolls
IV: Night of the Living Dolls A young mother held her newborn baby at home for the very first time. The tiny infant wrapped up tight in a pink fuzzy blanket cooed away at her mother. The mother smiled, stroking her soft cheeks. The baby smiled back, clasping her little fingers around her mother's thumb. Rocking in a old wooden chair, that her mother had given her, she sighed pleasantly.
By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Fiction
The Pond That Never Thaws
The Pond That Never Thaws By: A. Jayde Bartha There once was a pond and no matter the season of the year, it never seemed to thaw. Just a solid opaque oval on the surface of the Earth it seemed, couldn’t even see through the frozen water. In the winter it covered in snow, in the springtime the snow would melt but the pond itself would remain frozen solid.
By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Fiction
I Wish I Never Saw the Green Light
I Wish I Never Saw the Green Light (a Blinding Legacy) By: Jayde Bartha An old woman adjusted her position in a teetering rocking chair. Before her sprawled out on the floor, her three loving grandchildren. Their faces were cupped in their hands as they rest on their elbows and tummies, listening to her intently.
By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Horror
Bulls Like to Tell Stories
My name is Billy and I like to write. It is hard for me to write though because I have hooves. I have hooves because I am Billy the bull. Even though I am discouraged by the fact my hooves make it nearly impossible to hold a pencil or type one key on a board at a time, I write. I live on a farm, and I can not do much for the farmer like the regular bulls because I am not big like they are. But I can tell stories and the farmer likes to hear them. The farmer says if bulls could write maybe I would even win a competition or two.
By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Petlife
Sozo: a Betrayed God
III: Sozo: a Betrayed God (I) Today was different than their typical walk-day, another walk around the lake with their dog Warhead. Even though they’ve been on the same walk for a long time the three of them enjoyed this intimate time together.
By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Fiction
Nail Bat Psycho (roots)
(excerpt: TLC is a collection of short to medium length horror stories I've written, I will release each one here. Because of the nature of the platform these versions have been adjusted to imply/ or vaguely describe their violence. Each TLC story was originally crafted with incredibly descriptive, graphic violence. The original versions are available elsewhere. If I manage to reproduce these stories with less violence, and they're still worth a read. I believe I've earned merit as writer. Thank you for your support.)
By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Horror
Creatures of the Night
(excerpt: TLC is a collection of short to medium length horror stories I've written, I will release each one here. Because of the nature of the platform these versions have been adjusted to imply/ or vaguely describe their violence. Each TLC story was originally crafted with incredibly descriptive, graphic violence. The original versions are available elsewhere. If I manage to reproduce these stories with less violence, and they're still worth a read. I believe I've earned merit as writer. Thank you for your support.)
By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Horror
A Friend For a Week
Friend for a Week Written by: A. Jayde Bartha Lester Devoe lived alone in a two-bedroom apartment, in the heart of Detroit, Michigan. Every week day he went to work in a small electronics shop four blocks from his apartment. Except when the shop was closed, Saturdays, Sundays and holidays.
By Jayde Bartha4 years ago in Horror
