Jeremy Smith
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Less Than a Handful
Five. That's how many fingers are on one hand. Or Four and a thumb if you prefer to fee it that way. What does this have to do with my dad? Well, sadly, five would be a greater number than the amount of times I remember telling my dad I loved him before he passed. Less than a handful of times in over twenty- four years on this earth with him. Even more sad is that the number of years I could have told my dad those words and meant it are even less. In fact It wasn't uncommon for me say that the only thing my dad ever did right was teach me how not to be a father to my future children, and that I hated him. So, the story of my dad begins in March of 2021, just nine months before I said goodbye to him. Why? Because that's how long it took for me to finally get to know the man I called my dad.
By Jeremy Smith4 years ago in Confessions
The Things That Follow
“This place is creepy.” Brad said as they entered the abandoned mansion. “It’s perfect!” Emmit replied. “Just the kind of place people love to watch other people explore.” Brad walked around in awe as he stared at all the dust covered statues and warped paintings. They scaled the twisting flights of stairs as Emmit looked into his phone’s camera and talked into the small microphone to all his potential audience. Brad paid no mind to him as he explained the location they were exploring that day. Brad couldn’t believe what all he was seeing. He thought the home him and his parents lived in was big, but it had nothing on this.
By Jeremy Smith5 years ago in Horror
Blank Pages
The fat drops of rain pelted the leaves above Dylan’s head as he waited patiently in the shadows of the night. The soft yellow glow beaming from the window danced as the figures inside moved quickly. The father was grabbing his shoes and slipping them on his feet. The mother was dressing their kids in raincoats. Dylan could feel his heart in his throat, and the sweat accumulating on his palms was even noticeable in spite of the rain.He had been watching the family for weeks. Observing their every move from a distance. And still he was having doubts. Could he pull this off? He had to. His sister was counting on it.
By Jeremy Smith5 years ago in Horror
