Jordan Flynn
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Out of Grand Rapids MI. I write because I have to. (I am a noob however.)
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This Little Lighter of Mine
She didn't know why she grabbed me or why she found herself clutching me in her hands. I was just one of many trinkets, amongst the shambles of what remained from her uncle's life. It had been a long time since I’d been touched. She found me beneath a pile of newspapers and old uncashed checks. Somewhere along the way I was placed there for the last time.
By Jordan Flynn2 years ago in Fiction
The Eye of the Beholder. Content Warning.
The wind billows sand up into the faces of the damned, they hardly seem to notice. Beneath the circling crows a man in a common hooded cloak approaches the recently crucified criminals. The two Roman Vigiles Urbani pay the passerby no mind, or care not to. Nor do the two weeping women as he struts past.
By Jordan Flynn2 years ago in Fiction
Medium or Naw pt 2. Top Story - November 2023.
Welcome to the second installment of my probably short series “Medium or Naw?” Where I beg to question are these limited experiences I'm, uh experiencing show that I am a Medium who is able to sense past energies or spirits? Or is it something else that can be explained. Probably the latter, however that is for you the reader to decide for yourself; for quite frankly I don't have a clue.
By Jordan Flynn2 years ago in Horror
Beneath The Wizard's Robe
As the tires of his parents' station wagon crunched along the gravel road, a charming white house came into view. Martin's little chubby face fogged the glass of the back seat window. He knew when he saw the pristine lawn and white fences, that he was at Grandpa Walt’s.
By Jordan Flynn2 years ago in Fiction
Petit Louis
The first time Pablo noticed the boy was one night when he saw him being chased down the street by the fat baker. He nearly caught him too, though the boy escaped the pudgy grasp with nothing but a ruffled collar. He ran diagonally past Pablo, stuffing his mouth full of some indiscernible slop.
By Jordan Flynn3 years ago in Art
Room Number 9. Runner-Up in Unexpected Uncovering Challenge. Top Story - May 2023.
Many a night her hand would reach over to his side of the bed, in search of something long forgotten. Her fingers tracing the creases of the sheets only to find them crumpled and long dormant; vacant of his warmth.
By Jordan Flynn3 years ago in Criminal



