Jordan J Hall
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I write Historical and Speculative Flash Fiction. Nature and society's underbelly are the focus of my work. Read my debut collection of short stories, Mammoth, Massachusetts and check out jordanjhall.com for more.
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The Legend Of The Ice Mole
The Breaking of the Ice Mole That mole has hid in that mountain for almost ten centuries. He’s been drinking the stale blood from everyone that enters his fens. The warrens of despair are just one of the ways to expire in his clutch. The tick tock of your thoughts is another as you traverse the pitch blackness of his cavern. It is there you will hear the troubled waters down of his fetid river. Where worms make up the river bank. Where the undulating current is created by their wiggle. I see the terror in my dreams. He started digging long ago, after a tryst he can barely remember. He promised to hold her in his thoughts forever and side with her wishes until he died. That was more than 900 years ago and since then he has trudged on making life miserable for the adventurers down in the valley. It is true, the king wronged him. Kept his daughter from the mole, then lied about it. Their story is one of the cruelty of power, the frailty of fathers.
By Jordan J Hall5 years ago in Horror
The Legend of Mouth Boulder
What if the park kept going? What if it spread out to the rivers and up to the horse caves? What if it disguised itself as a swamp and kept wild things hidden? What if creatures there were so old, they couldn’t remember being born? What if they were watching, keeping an eye out for troublemakers?
By Jordan J Hall5 years ago in Futurism
The Boars Of Bushwick
Chapter 1. The Encounter The only unfortunate part of the delivery to Maspeth, Queens is everything about Maspeth, Queens. I am not going to miss this neck of our woods come fall. It is a toss-up for which is worse, that rattletrap bridge, or the one-way catacombs that spurn truck drivers daily. Or maybe it’s the fumes from countless cement trucks, garbage trucks and other commercial monstrosities that rule these streets. Gentle coaches don’t tread out here, this terrain does not welcome strangers. No, Maspeth is not for the shy.
By Jordan J Hall5 years ago in Horror
