Jess Kuppan
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Jess’ sunny disposition disguises a penchant for the grizzly, odd and obscure. Her stories, drawn from history and lore, are often layered with a darker, fantastical twist.
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Ghost Boy
The smell of a freshly roasted coffee bean flitted past his nose. It alerted Ricky to the waitress. 'More cream with your coffee?' the waitress asked. Ricky Dean shook his head. He’d already noticed a pooch where there used to be a six-pack. He berated himself for letting his guard and diet down. Still, there was a silver-lining. The advertisement was shot two weeks ago and he like the way he looked in the newspaper ad that sat in front of him.
By Jess Kuppan2 years ago in Chapters
Mr Bad and the Little Pigs
I stared at the cheque in my hand. Twelve dollars short. That’s twelve dollars of food my kids won’t eat. The idea of it all sent me into a spin, into a frenzy. No matter how much I told myself I’d gone clean, I felt the injustice of it all crawl under my fur like shedding a skin. So, I did it. I threw the rake down and marched straight to Mr One’s house. I wanted to hit him where it hurt! The straw couldn’t withstand my anger. It bellowed from deep within me. The brown flimsy sticks flew into the air. Mr One, the pig, was in the kitchen when it happened. Seeing me, he squealed in alarm.
By Jess Kuppan2 years ago in Fiction
