Jupiter

Joined September 2021

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Born and raised in Detroit with a passion for writing and exploring the world of literature. I hope to one day write for an award winning television series and becoming a well-known screenwriter. I hope you enjoy my work!

Stories (10/0)

The Last Red Strand
The knife stabbed so deep into her belly the blade protruded through the skin of her back. Blood poured from the wound before the weapon was yanked out of her guts. She tried to catch her entrails in her bloodied palms but they slipped through her fingers like oiled snakes. She tumbled to her knees, blood falling from her mouth as she cried from the pain, from the inevitability of death. It took six long, agonizing minutes for her to die.
By Jupiter4 months ago in Fiction
Is Love an Organ?
Is Love an Organ? Why do we ascribe love to the heart? The organ with four valves and the equal amount of chambers? A strong yet fragile thing
By Jupiter4 months ago in Poets
New Me
I peel the flayed skin layer by layer, revealing a smooth, new canvas of fresh flesh Like a reptilian of warm blood I swallow what was once a part of me as I become anew
By Jupiter4 months ago in Poets
Almost Free
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Abrams didn't think it was possible to be even more fucked than he already was and yet here he was. Red and blue light flash through the back window of his car. He grips the steering wheel until his fingers hurt, nails biting into the leather. He wasn't speeding or violating traffic laws, but he knew that had nothing to do with why he was suddenly pulled over.
By Jupiter5 months ago in Fiction
Me Without You
“…I don’t know what it means to live as myself, and, so, I hide in the reflection of others, which, after all, others love:
By Jupiter5 months ago in Fiction
Whale Song
Time slows to a crawl when you're falling 200 feet from the ground, flying birds are still, wings locked in mid-flight, the floating clouds become frozen tufts of cotton in the sky watching as your body becomes closer and closer to pavement. The sun casts you in its rays for the last time, like the final kiss from the loved one before they lower your body six feet under, or a final cradle in your mother's arms as she kisses you goodbye for the very last time. And then…
By Jupiter6 months ago in Fiction
The Living
Evolution is a painstakingly long process. It took a billion years for life to blossom in the form of a single-celled organism and a billion more before the Earth produced something that swam within its vast oceans. Avery doesn’t know how their species came to be, how life in the sea became more than dolphins, whales and simple fish that live in simple schools. All Avery knew was that they weren’t the first intelligent life on Earth.
By Jupiter6 months ago in Fiction
The Lies We Tell
People lie to themselves all the time; they tell themselves they'll be okay or that their life isn't falling apart or that they'll make it out of this alive. They lie while the truth, a nasty, hungry, drooling maw, smiles in their face.
By Jupiter7 months ago in Fiction
The Halloween Host
Which Halloween will be your last? When it comes to visit no one knows who the Host's next victim will be. Every Halloween in a small town, the people don't party, they don't trick or treat or pass out candy. They huddle together in their houses, passing whispering prayers to each other in hopes that maybe this time, this year it will spare them all. Every year those useless prayers go unanswered.
By Jupiter2 years ago in Horror
Dreaming Part 1
It's cold. The night is always cold with the fan blowing on its highest setting, the blanket partially hanging off my leg, the temperature of the house in the low sixties. I'm shivering in my sleep, but I don't wake up.
By Jupiter3 years ago in Fiction

Jupiter

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The Last Red Strand

Is Love an Organ?

New Me

Almost Free

Me Without You

Whale Song

The Living

The Lies We Tell

The Halloween Host

Dreaming Part 1

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