Jimmy Swagger
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I am a published author who loves to share these short stories!
Stories (5)
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Camera of Coincidence
My mom’s been dead now 27 ½ days, but it feels like 27 ½ years. Losing her has been hard. No more phone calls at 6am, telling me to get a job. It annoyed me at the time, but now I really miss it. Why? Why did this happen? She was so young, barely 60 years old. By the time they diagnosed the cancer, it was already too late. She withered into something unrecognizable. By the end, she was well under 100 pounds, with sunken cheeks. She was a woman who spent her life finding beauty in her surroundings through the lens of a camera, only to have it taken in such an ugly way.
By Jimmy Swagger7 months ago in Fiction
Poison Ivy. Content Warning.
It was dark tonight, really dark, no moon, just that damn flashing red light. The light was flashing in time with my heartbeat, thump, thump, thump. I sat there with his body in the trunk and I was surprisingly calm. I had a decision to make, turn right and go home, forget everything, or turn left and go to the desert to bury this body, then keep driving, live an unknown life.
By Jimmy Swagger7 months ago in Criminal
Air-Loom
As Jeffrey walked to the basement, he stopped to look at that old tarp covered machine, that his great grandfather built and was handed down. His father had told him about it when he was a kid. It did not look like much. It was an old piece of junk. He walked over to the deep freeze to grab some meat for dinner.
By Jimmy Swagger7 months ago in Fiction
The witching hour. Content Warning.
THE WITCHING HOUR My name is Phillip Richter. I am that Investigator everyone hates. All in your business type of guy. Not my problem. What is my problem is chasing the truth. No matter how Mundane, the Truth. Let’s Talk about this society of witches and warlocks that rule the earth now. Me and Frederick are the resistance against these evil life draining creatures. How did they come to power you ask? It all started summer of 1982 with “project EGGO”. Yes you heard me correct. These sleazy old hags can only keep their Beauty on the souls of children.
By Jimmy Swagger7 months ago in Horror
