Kevin Barkman
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Somehow, my most popular story is smut. I don't usually write smut. I did it once, and look what happened. Ugh.
Anyway, Hope you enjoy my work. I do pour my heart, soul, sweat and tears into it.
PS: Please read more than my smut story.I beg
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World in Tatters Ch. 49. Content Warning.
I can’t sleep the night before the trials. Honestly, I don’t know if anyone else can either. I try to avoid speaking with Alice and the others. Partially from anxiety, but mostly because I just don’t know what I would say. Any time they come near me, I just close my eyes and pretend.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a year ago in Chapters
World in Tatters Ch 48
Alice becomes much more lucid as we make our way back to Rachel and Jason. By the time we passed the command tent, she was walking on her own with only slight limp from bruising on her legs. Chris was able to fill me in a little better about what transpired following the botched rescue plan in Atlanta. Apparently, Jarvis followed Richard and Kiera’s orders to the letter, despite Rachel’s many protestations. Chris says he wasn’t too happy about leaving us behind either, but he knew they would need more help if they were to be able to do anything.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a year ago in Chapters
World in Tatters Ch. 46
Edwards silently leads me through the back alleys of the city, gradually taking me towards the outskirts. When we finally reach the main gate, Edwards takes me into the guard shack where Richard, Kiera, Artemis and Apollo are waiting for me, each with one hand cuffed to their chair.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a year ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 45
“Where is she?” Panic rising is Alice’s voice. “Where’s my mom? Why isn’t she here?” “I don’t know.” Stunned. “Shit, Alice. I don’t know.” We look around the room, checking the bathroom and closets for any sign of Aunt Nora. Realizing our situation, I rush over to the lifeless bodies of the two guards, “She’s obviously not here. We need to go. Help me get them inside.”
By Kevin Barkmanabout a year ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 44
Rachel jumps up as we enter the room. “Did you get to see her? How was she?” As I look over at Alice, I notice her sour expression. She turns away from Rachel and crosses to the other side of the room. Richard sits on the sofa in the middle of the suite, arm wrapped tenderly around his wife’s shoulders. Jarvis is at the breakfast table, scrubbing at parts of a dismantled rifle. Peggy’s across from him, assembling what I can only assume is a pipe bomb. Through the bedroom door, I see Ren wrapped up in the blankets, snoring like a wild animal.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a year ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 43
I recognize the room as soon as we enter. It’s an old guest room for important visitors. It also happened to be the room Alice and I played in when we were little. When our parents needed us out of the way that is. Some things have been moved around. All the artwork that used to hang on the walls has long since been removed, and the bed has been moved away from the windows, but it’s definitely the same room.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 41
Everything was smooth sailing the rest of the ride in. We made it to the outskirts of the city about two hours after our riverside chat. I’d wager we’re half a day or more ahead of the rest of the army. My mother’s probably livid, having most definitely discovered our absence by now.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World In Tatters Ch. 39
We spend the better part of the day riding toward Atlanta with the resistance militia. Unfortunately, my mother’s fighting force wasn’t nearly as large as I initially thought. From the camp I’d seen the last few nights, I expected to be traveling alongside an army eight or nine hundred strong. What I’m seeing now is maybe half that, several of which are newcomers recruited in Birmingham.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
