Kevin Barkman
Bio
Somehow, my most popular story is smut. I don't usually write smut. I did it once, and look what happened. Ugh.
Anyway, Hope you enjoy my work. I do pour my heart, soul, sweat and tears into it.
PS: Please read more than my smut story.I beg
Stories (62/0)
World In Tatters Ch. 39
We spend the better part of the day riding toward Atlanta with the resistance militia. Unfortunately, my mother’s fighting force wasn’t nearly as large as I initially thought. From the camp I’d seen the last few nights, I expected to be traveling alongside an army eight or nine hundred strong. What I’m seeing now is maybe half that, several of which are newcomers recruited in Birmingham.
By Kevin Barkman5 days ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch 36
I sit across from my mother, impatiently waiting for her to give me one reason not to walk out of the tent never to see her again. My body is getting as restless as my mind. I feel my foot start to bounce against the dirt. I focus on my fingers, picking at my nails. For some reason, it’s helping me hold myself together.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a month ago in Fiction
World In Tatters Ch. 35
After Kiera and I finish our meal, I opt to head back to the hospital to see if I can lend a hand. Kiera stays with the relief station to help them feed the crowds. I spend the next several hours washing blood out of bandages and rags. By the time the sun starts going down, a new group of volunteers come in to trade off with us.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a month ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 34
We ride through the night and morning. We’re exhausted. The soldiers are exhausted. I’m sure Richard’s exhausted too, not that he’d show it. I ride toward the front of the caravan near Richard and Kiera. Unlike everyone else, Richard sits straight up on his horse, jaw set, intense eyes locked on the horizon.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 33
Hours pass on the road while Jason avoids being anywhere near me. I think he’s either afraid I’ll start probing again, or mad at me for keeping secrets. But he rides well ahead of us, keeping pace with Richard and Kiera at the front of the caravan. Although, he seems to be avoiding them too.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 32
The sound of the carriage rocking helps me to focus. Jason kept all this from me for five years. Why would he? It doesn’t make sense. Clearly there is more to the story. I mean…my mother is alive. All this time. All these years, and she’s been alive. How much did Jason know?
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch 31
Richard and I silently walk back to camp, my head swirling with thoughts of my mother. Alice rushes me as soon as she sees me. She tries to pull me aside, but I brush her off. I cross the camp to the rest of my crew. Jason sees my pensive expression and nods to me. He has always had a knack for reading me. Knowing when to press me for answers and when to leave well enough alone. Rachel on the other hand knows, but always asks anyway. Luckily, she and Chris seem to be getting some well-deserved shut eye.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction