Joey Garofalo
Bio
I am an author of all types of fiction who enjoys the creative outlet writing brings. I can stretch my imagination to its farthest corners.
Stories (5)
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Heeding the Parliament
My family went to significant risk to save the life of Uncle Charlie. He was different. That did not matter. Rules are rules. My ancestors came from a place where political upheaval was profound, and often deadly. Every choice made was dangerous. Following the rules one day seemed simple. Adhering to those rules the next, had far greater consequence. Having their own autonomy became a recipe for danger. Now they had to find a way to save Uncle Charlie from becoming an unfortunate victim of a life he could not mentally comprehend.
By Joey Garofalo4 years ago in Fiction
The Choice
I had a choice. To save my life or to die a slow, disfiguring death. I faced the world looking down. A mass of collapsed bones compressing my heart and lungs. I stood against the wall in my undergarments, red faced, and exposed. A room full of medical specialists examined my spine with their hands. Questioned repeatedly to figure out if I was in pain, I refused to answer. I felt nothing. I was numb. My mind, a refuge.
By Joey Garofalo4 years ago in Confessions
The Spring
Anyone could live an ideal life in Geneva Springs. One school, one grocery, one doctor, one church and one diner. Life rotated up and down Main Street from one activity to the next. Excitement consisted of occasional graffiti, and a Friday night church service. For a town so small, the dense woods seemed endless. The name was misleading. There was no body of water in, or around it, for several hundred miles. Accidently stumbling upon the town, tourists would find out the name was a lie and ask for directions to leave. The founders believed that using a gimmick in the name would draw settlers in. An omen of things to come.
By Joey Garofalo4 years ago in Horror
A New Safe Place
A New Safe Place J was rambunctious and headstrong. Following the rules was antithetic. Weathered and worn, from a day of searching, she heard the cry of her Papa to return home. The one rule never challenged; you always show up when called. She had to let go of her search for the calico feline who continued to evade her. Brushing the dust and debris off her pants, she ran back toward the sound of Papa’s voice. A short jog to the familiar face which soothed her dismay.
By Joey Garofalo5 years ago in Fiction
A New Safe Place
A New Safe Place J was rambunctious and headstrong. Following the rules was antithetic. Weathered and worn, from a day of searching, she heard the cry of her Papa to return home. The one rule never challenged; you always show up when called. She had to let go of her search for the stubborn canine who continued to evade her. Brushing the dust and debris off her pants, she ran back toward the sound of Papa’s voice. A short jog to the familiar face which soothed her dismay.
By Joey Garofalo5 years ago in Fiction
