Stories by: Jason P

The Meeting

4 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.00/5
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November 20th 2012  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Suspense  |  Author: Jason P  |  1012 views

The smallest restaurant in Frons also happens to be the largest. It is a quaint little place, the quiet warmth and scratchy music crackling unobtrusively in the background fit with the air of the sleepy old village, buried in the heart of France. The soft hues of brown and red are a homely sight to a wheel-weary traveler, however poor the food may be. The manager is an old man who spent his life building the place up into a respectable inn before five fatal food poisonings occurred on the …

 



An Ode to Grey

2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5    4.50/5
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September 20th 2012  |  3  |  Category: Philosophical  |  Author: Jason P  |  972 views

I wouldn’t normally have walked to work, but that morning was simply irresistible. Even the smog-filled suburbs of urbania seemed to lighten and be filled with a certain newness. Even rusting dumpsters and the grimy forms of drunks passed out from yesterday’s paycheck caught the light in a new and different way; and held it. Somehow the air was rid of the gagging stench of diesel, factory smoke, and corporate demand. I could have stood for hours upon end, savoring such an impossibility in the city life. I could have …

 



Take a Seat

2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5    4.50/5
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August 10th 2012  |  3  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author: Jason P  |  899 views

“Take a seat.” To sit down. To stand up. A green chair, with shackles peeking from underneath isn’t my lot. So I stand, and happily. What freedom in your own feet, how joyful liberty from that chair and those shackles. The bored man sitting scowling; “Take a seat.” I glance down; look past the green chair. The shackles eye me up. I stare them down. But still… I take a nervous step, towards the window. And the blue skies. And the trees. To the birds. To the birds and their …

 



The Scream

3 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 5    3.33/5
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July 11th 2012  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Horror , Other  |  Author: Jason P  |  1109 views

I heave open my leaden eyes. Nothing. I delve deep within the shadowed depths of my inner mind. Nothing. No sight, no memories. Who am I? Where am I? What am I? What is ‘I’? I tremble as I lie on whatever it is separating me from the everlasting fall I am convinced I would find beneath. In the darkness I lie, and my mind goes on and on in its endless cycle of terror, in terror of things I know not. Now, as I lie in the darkness, an …

 



Those Blood-Stained Highlands

2 votes, average: 3.50 out of 52 votes, average: 3.50 out of 52 votes, average: 3.50 out of 52 votes, average: 3.50 out of 52 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5    3.50/5
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July 10th 2012  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Philosophical  |  Author: Jason P  |  1541 views

He stood and watched the sun rise above the desolate highlands. He stood on tired, blood stained ground, with tired blood stained feet while he watched the sun. It crept over the craggy mountains, fearful faced. Fearful of sights it might see, afraid of facing what might have happened in the night. Its light crept down the slope towards him, and the tired ground welcomed the slowly waxing rays. The man’s face absorbed the pale light and the scant warmth it brought with joy. It pricked his body amiably and …

 



Fly Away Frankie

4 votes, average: 3.75 out of 54 votes, average: 3.75 out of 54 votes, average: 3.75 out of 54 votes, average: 3.75 out of 54 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5    3.75/5
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July 7th 2012  |  2  |  Category: Fiction , Tragedy  |  Author: Jason P  |  1460 views

Autumn stained the ground, her fingers leaving streaks in the ground that twirled playfully in and out of solemn trees. Beams of sunlight strove to reach through the thick canopy of branches and leaves. Oak, elm, rowan, and birch fought each other for those few precious rays and gnarled roots gouged the earth. Through these trees, a cobbled country road gently wound its way through the fiery scene. Along this, a young man walked. Head down, he labored desolately with the air of one twice his years. His dark, obviously …

 



Me and My Friend Paul

3 votes, average: 3.67 out of 53 votes, average: 3.67 out of 53 votes, average: 3.67 out of 53 votes, average: 3.67 out of 53 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5    3.67/5
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July 6th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Thriller , True Stories  |  Author: Jason P  |  780 views

Strange sights can arise in the indistinct hours when one is left wondering whether they are below the sun or the stars. Great forgotten beasts loom out of the murky light but wither and fade as one draws near. Trees become bulky giants towering over one’s head, while bushes are wild creatures crouching in the gloom, with intent too dark to write. Strange sounds assault one’s ears, as the creatures of the night awaken from slumber and their daytime counterparts begin their repose. The air echoes with their respective goodnight …