Jean McKinney

Joined December 2016

33 stories

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Writer/artist reporting back from the places where the mundane meets the magical, with new stories and poems every week. Creator of the fantasy worlds of the Moon Road and Sorrows Hill. Learn more and get a free story at my LinkTree.

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Death and the Dreaming
Sixkiller rides under moonlight up the river road. He’s on the hunt now, deep in the fevered agitation that will drive him until he makes that kill. The Boss will visit the torments of hell on his body till he gets the job done.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Fiction
Argentine and the Man in Black
Part one of two: In that twilight hour between supper and the start of the night, Maggie’s girls drape themselves preening over the creamy velvet of her couches, like well-fed cats in dressing gowns. It’s the lull before the evening rush, when the cowhands and the miners crowd into Meridian, looking to drink the night away, maybe drop a day’s pay between the scented sheets of Maggie’s cathouse.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Fiction
Kinrowan's Ride
Nights like these, when the owls cry on a cold wind and the sky is black ice laced with moonlight, the women walk by the roadside on bare feet that leave no prints.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Fiction
Run with the Moon
Deep in the hour just before dawn, Adam jolts awake. What did he hear, out there on the old Airstream’s makeshift front porch? Or was it nothing but a dream of gunfire and roadside bombs in that other desert, half a world away?
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Fiction
When Lucy's Ready
When Lucy’s ready . . . she’s ready. None of this slowstepping sweets and roses Cat dance of attraction:
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Poets
Willie's Kisses
Willie’s been kissing snakes again. Late on these burning desert afternoons You'll see him sneaking out to the flat rocks
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Poets
Wild Cards
Sixkiller feels like a blind man for a minute, stepping out of July sunlight into the reeking shadows of the cantina called Dos Portales. Breathing smells of leather and sweat and warm beer, he waits for his eyes to adjust to the dark so he can find the man he came to kill.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Fiction
If She Had Wings. Content Warning.
If she had wings This girl would fly: Flex those great heavy things Dense with muscle and bone Just launch herself right out the window
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Poets
The Ground She Walks On. Content Warning.
I worship you, he said. He said, I’ll lock this door And draw those curtains closed And cut that phone line To keep you safe from the world.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Poets
Little Nights
Don’t dance with me. This is lovers’ music. And tonight My heart’s just a half size too small for you. Those old smiles and sideways words are falling far away.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Poets
Glitter Girl
If you’re coming in, shut the door behind you. Lock in what’s left of the cool. Hundred and ten in the shade and not even noon yet. It’s a wonder this old Airstream don’t melt clean away.
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Fiction
Preacher Said
Preacher said That humpbacked beast called sin Waits just at the edge of sight. If you turn your back He’s on you, just like that green slime thing
By Jean McKinney2 years ago in Poets

Jean McKinney

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Death and the Dreaming

Argentine and the Man in Black

Kinrowan's Ride

Run with the Moon

When Lucy's Ready

Willie's Kisses

Wild Cards

If She Had Wings. Content Warning.

The Ground She Walks On. Content Warning.

Little Nights

Glitter Girl

Preacher Said

Achievements (1)