Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock
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Retired Ordained Elder in The United Methodist Church having served for a total of 30 years in Missouri, South Dakota & Kansas.
Born in Watertown, SD on 9/26/1959. Married to Sandra Jellison-Knock on 1/24/1986. One son, Keenan, deceased.
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April 15, 2013. Top Story - April 2023.
Trigger Alert: this is a story about death & loss, specifically the death of our son in a car accident all but ten years ago, told from his point of view. The events are real, though his thoughts are obviously fictional. I’ve written it mostly in hopes of finding some catharsis & share it with you as part of that quest. But if such things make you squeamish, & especially if you knew our son, please don’t read any further. Those who have become a part of this community of loss would sincerely wish that no one else need come to understand what we’re going through, not even so much as to read a story.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Horror
One More Time Through the Looking Glass
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Or was it? To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure. The whole room was tilting the way everything seems to spin when you’re dizzy. A hollow warmth began to enfold me & a brushing tingle swept around both sides of my face, alerting me to the fact that I was close to passing out.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Horror
Fractured Reflections
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Admittedly, I didn’t usually look. A part of being autistic is that I don’t really see eyes. I have to stare deeply & with great intent just to discern their color. To do so isn’t easy & it takes some time, which heightens the risk of me getting caught. That’s frightening, to the point of being almost paralyzing for me. I only rarely look at eyes. Perhaps the bridge of the nose, the space between the eyebrows, the lips or tip of a cheekbone, but almost never the eyes. Not even mine.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Horror
