Author: VL Jones
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Dish Best Served Cold
First, the plane landed late, and now she was calling him, and he hadn’t even picked up his luggage. “What do you want, Rachael?” ... -
Camping Terror
“Sebastian. Salvador. Enough!” Alejandra’s voice echoes through the house, her frustration palpable. “I swear, you two are brothers and should be each other’s allies, ... -
Early Morning Terror
The city of Tucson took on a surreal atmosphere in the wee hours of the morning. I loved this side of Tucson because it ... -
Such a Good Boy
My name is Shanequia, and I have a story to tell you. You won’t believe me, but I swear on a stack of bibles ... -
Dragon’s Tears
Sometimes, he sat upon the cliffs Stared up at the stars a’shine like jewels. When a dragon died, it was said in legends In ... -
One Fine Spring Day
So perfect was this one fine spring day Incandescent rays and the warmth of the sun emote. Blue cloudless sapphire heaven at Noonday Filled ... -
Framing a Poem
When I first began writing, I wrote poetry. It is challenging to tell a story with a beginning, middle, and end using a limited ... -
Mr. Keith’s House – Part VII
The house vibrates with laughter, rocking the walls. Mom looks like she is about to lose it, so I place my hand over hers ... -
Mr. Keith’s House – Part VI
Mr. Keith’s house is proving to be a surprise and not a pleasant one. I thought, relaxing against the back of the chair. I ... -
Mr. Keith’s House – Part V
My heart sinks when I hear the front door lock, followed by the beast’s sinister laugh. I didn’t think beyond grabbing mom before she ...