S. R. Jenkins
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My goal is to create stories that can transport readers to another world, even if only for a little while.
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Waypoint
My boots crunched loudly as I made my way across the sun dried grass, hearing the cicadas scream out their war cries into the fading light of twilight, heading toward the old barn. The once red paint faded and chipped away to a sun bleached pink in some spots, while most of the walls were nothing more then weather worn planks. I never thought I'd be back here, never thought I'd even be contemplating stepping foot inside that rickety barn ever again. On the outside it looked like one stiff breeze might blow the whole thing down, but I knew the truth of what lay behind those tightly closed doors.
By S. R. Jenkins 5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving the Fall
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By S. R. Jenkins 5 years ago in Fiction
