Kevin Barkman
Bio
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. 37. Content Warning.
My sleep comes in fits and starts. My dreams are a bit disjointed, but they keep a similar theme: memories of my mother. I dream of picnics in the sun, of hunting trips, of nights spent listening to music dancing through the halls.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch 36
I sit across from my mother, impatiently waiting for her to give me one reason not to walk out of the tent never to see her again. My body is getting as restless as my mind. I feel my foot start to bounce against the dirt. I focus on my fingers, picking at my nails. For some reason, it’s helping me hold myself together.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World In Tatters Ch. 35
After Kiera and I finish our meal, I opt to head back to the hospital to see if I can lend a hand. Kiera stays with the relief station to help them feed the crowds. I spend the next several hours washing blood out of bandages and rags. By the time the sun starts going down, a new group of volunteers come in to trade off with us.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 34
We ride through the night and morning. We’re exhausted. The soldiers are exhausted. I’m sure Richard’s exhausted too, not that he’d show it. I ride toward the front of the caravan near Richard and Kiera. Unlike everyone else, Richard sits straight up on his horse, jaw set, intense eyes locked on the horizon.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 33
Hours pass on the road while Jason avoids being anywhere near me. I think he’s either afraid I’ll start probing again, or mad at me for keeping secrets. But he rides well ahead of us, keeping pace with Richard and Kiera at the front of the caravan. Although, he seems to be avoiding them too.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 32
The sound of the carriage rocking helps me to focus. Jason kept all this from me for five years. Why would he? It doesn’t make sense. Clearly there is more to the story. I mean…my mother is alive. All this time. All these years, and she’s been alive. How much did Jason know?
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch 31. Content Warning.
Richard and I silently walk back to camp, my head swirling with thoughts of my mother. Alice rushes me as soon as she sees me. She tries to pull me aside, but I brush her off. I cross the camp to the rest of my crew. Jason sees my pensive expression and nods to me. He has always had a knack for reading me. Knowing when to press me for answers and when to leave well enough alone. Rachel on the other hand knows, but always asks anyway. Luckily, she and Chris seem to be getting some well-deserved shut eye.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 29. Content Warning.
My four companions and I jump up, shocked by the sudden violence. The smell of blood fills the air as the crimson fluid sprays from Luther’s rent throat. The bodyguard holds Luther’s head back and watches, chuckling while his victim dies choking on and gargling his own blood.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 28. Content Warning.
If looks could kill, Jonathan Luther would be a corpse by now. Chris rushes across the room, muscles tensed. He may not be very large or outwardly muscular, but with the look in his eye, I would not want to be the target of his rage. Luther barely seems to register the boy coming at him. There’s no recognition for the wretch he sold into slavery a year ago.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
