I'm Jeff Carter; I wanted a unique & personal pen name. Writing offers an opportunity to create and heal. These stories in the bizarre, horror, and magic realism help inspire me to move forward with novel writing. Thank you for reading.
- Top Story - March 2021
Bonding of the Bear and the BullTop Story - March 2021
I knew I wanted to adopt a dog, but I did not think I would be adopting from, of all places, Overstock.com. In 2014 they partnered with local adoption agencies where I found this adorable picture at my local animal shelter.
The Well of Vibrant Health
Audra absorbed her life in healthy living. She enjoyed the thrill of discovering a new low-sodium recipe or finding the perfect mix of ingredients to enhance the flavors of her juicing diets, she had two different gym memberships because neither gym had all the machines she liked to use, she taught yoga to senior citizens at the local city center, and she handed out small bags of sunflower seeds on Halloween.
The Perfect Dress
The shop had been there as long as Lily could remember. She thought back to when she was seven years old and her sister took her there for the first time. It was enormous, with frosted glass windows and pointy spires on the roof, like miniature church steeples. She had paid particularly great attention to the door. It was a large wooden door with an oval-shaped, stained-glass picture of a pink and red rose. The glass met the door in perfectly smooth connection. The handle curved outward and then down, like a swan, craning its neck to eat the last crumb of bread thrown at its feet. A small lever above the handle would release the lock and it clicked when you held it down with your thumb. The door made an eerie creaking sound when it opened, almost like the doors in the scary movies, but this door wasn’t scary.
Trial by Carpet
Sid squeezed the little ball of putty she kept on her office desk; she felt it squish between her fingers and smash between each knuckle. It was good stress relief, but sometimes when she looked at it she would get mad that its original brilliant yellow was faded and smudged with brown fingerprints; it would make her squish harder while the other hand straightened the note pads to be at a perfect ninety degree angle to her stapler.
Axel Kerodon spent the majority of his retirement in his relaxed nook, the front porch, watching dogs chase passing cars and neighbors stroll by while he packed and lit his pipe and rocked back and forth on the oak rocking chair he hand-crafted. Everyday was just about the same, he would leave only for three things: to use the restroom, to water the lawn by hand, or to do a chore for a dark noon hen.
Gin and Juniper Make a Cake
“Time for bed, kiddo.” “Grandpa Lem, will you read me a story first?” “Of course, go pick one off the shelf.” Cassia loved picking books off grandpa’s shelf at sleepovers; especially now that she could reach all the way up to the second shelf without anyone’s help. All the best kid books were on the first and second shelves and the boring science books daddy liked to read were on the very top shelf. Those were so high above her head that she thought the clouds could touch them.