Josh Jamieson
Bio
I am a Dad and a Husband who recently began to entertain the dream of writing. Generally Fiction is my bag, but with this community, who knows what will come up! With little time to indulge, I hope to see if I have what it takes.
Stories (6)
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A Cruel Craving in the Office
Sandra was very excited with all the potential that her new job had. Today was her first day and she was nervous as she followed the man from Human Resources named Eddie performing her orientation through the rows of cubicles. Eddie led her to an empty cubicle in the middle of the large room and stopped. He gave her a little half smile and a wink saying, “Enjoy your new home” playfully as he walked away.
By Josh Jamieson4 years ago in Fiction
The Good Friend
Sara had been having a really rough week, her husband had gone missing four days ago on Friday night. Sara told police that John had left the house like he had done every Friday night for the last few months, ever since he started that bowling league. He had not returned later that night like he usually did, exhausted by the frames he had played.
By Josh Jamieson5 years ago in Fiction
Sounds in the Cold
The feeling in his hands and feet had gone on a ride since he slowly pulled himself from the wreckage. He felt searing heat, then burning cold and aching pain to stabbing pain. Now though, all he felt was the absence of feeling, which was more frightening than the pain of the cold.
By Josh Jamieson5 years ago in Fiction
Views of the Hill
Charles was alone, he had been alone for a long time. After the hard winter of ‘14 he had cut himself off from the world. The small field where the crops grew was a wasteland of white. Though he had prepared for a normal winter, nothing could have prepared him for the torrent of ice and snow that had come, deciding to become a permanent guest at the farm. A five month winter might of well have been five decades though, for all he had lost it felt as though a lifetime had passed.
By Josh Jamieson5 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Hidden Inside
It was pill time, he wasn’t even sure what he was taking anymore. The same shows, lunch, more shows, more pills, then on to a walk around the grounds for a while, then dinner and more shows. The same thing, every day. Every once in a while, a new face in the hallway to whom he could say, “Hey, I’m Steven!” That of course being the single most exciting moment of most of his days. Steven couldn’t even remember how long he had been there anymore. The nurses were very nice, talking to him daily, helping him hobble through the walkways around the grounds. They even explained why the fence around the grounds seemed to be so daunting, as some of the other guests of the facility were not as coherent as he, so they needed to be contained. Steven was content with life, he felt old and tired, his body ached and hurt at every motion. He could not remember much of life, but he knew he had worked hard for this easy life, so he decided now, after much internal debate, that he was going to enjoy it.
By Josh Jamieson5 years ago in Horror
The Hidden Notebook
Another pair of eyes looking at him with that look that they think are telling him “I am so sorry for your loss”, but what he can plainly tell is really saying, “I have no idea what to say to this guy”. Sure, some of the distant family and his older friends might know what it’s like to lose someone they love, but at only twenty-seven, John was the only person he could think of that had managed to lose both of his parents. His mother had passed away when he was young, plenty of time and love for those wounds to heal, his dad had seen to that. John was an only child, though he never felt alone. So when his dad recently had passed away in his sleep, it had hit John like a ton of bricks. Another firm handshake and a hand on his shoulder jolted him out of the escape into his mind. His father’s longtime friend Charlie and to Johns surprise, also his father’s attorney, told him that he needed to see him in his father’s office once the reception was over. The rest of the reception went by without much recollection from John.
By Josh Jamieson5 years ago in Humans
