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Amy Lynn Jenkins

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  • Amy Lynn Jenkins
    Published 10 days ago
    In Two

    In Two

    Shawna bolted up in bed, then turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand, “Thank god it was a dream,” she exhaled in relief. Sensing the urge, she got out of bed and walked into her bathroom. On the floor, she saw towels covered in blood. She began to panic. Then she looked at the sink which was also covered in blood. Shawna began to freak out, “No, no, nooooo, NOOOOO!” she cried in hysterics as she slid to the bathroom floor and cradle herself, “it was a dream, it had to be a dream,” she sobbed. Then Shawna heard the laugh, quiet at first; it was Katie standing in the doorway of the bathroom. As Shawna looked up at her Katie’s laugh sounded more maniacal
  • Amy Lynn Jenkins
    Published 16 days ago
    Poem

    Poem

    You are nourishment to banks.
  • Amy Lynn Jenkins
    Published 24 days ago
    In Two

    In Two

    Shawna was at the counter waiting for the barista to remake her drink. She was polite and honestly didn’t mind the mix-up, she understood what it was like to be the new guy. So, she waited patiently, not that she was in a rush to get back to her meeting with Susan. It took about three minutes for the latte to be remade, Shawna took her time walking up and taking it. Shawna let out a heavy sigh as she turned to walk back to her meeting.
  • Amy Lynn Jenkins
    Published about a month ago
    The Empty Complex

    The Empty Complex

    It was September 16th, my senior year of Highschool. I remember that night well. I was 17 and my parents could not care less where I was or what I was doing. Not that I ever did anything bad, it was just nice to have freedom. Jessica invited me to sleep over her house; her parents were gone for the weekend. What she really wanted to do was visit one of the supposedly haunted places in our town. There were a lot of haunted places in Massachusetts, somehow three of them were located in our town. Tonight’s haunted hunt was at the empty apartment complex three blocks from her house. The complex wasn't really empty, it had been built after the old asylum had burned to the ground and now only covered half of the lot. The rumor was that from September through December you could see the ghosts of residents and the ghosts that haunted them walking through the sky where the old building for violent patients once stood. I didn't believe it myself.