Blake Johnson
Bio
Fiction writer and traveller, hoping to one day live on the road and write from there. Seeking challenges to broaden my skills and influences through a diverse range of writing techniques and genres.
Stories (14/0)
What lies beneath
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I looked into the rear-view mirror as we curved around another corner. Toby was asleep in the back seat. The smile had been glued to his face from the moment we picked him up from school. Katie was sitting beside me, talking non-stop about the latest work drama. I tried to follow along and nod at the right times, but most of my focus was on ensuring we stayed on the road. The cabin had been in the family for generations, it felt like my true home. But I wasn’t exactly familiar with the drive.
By Blake Johnsonabout a year ago in Horror
Mr. Blue’s Wonderful Transporting Aquarium
Billy, Sam, and I were kicking my bright red ball out the back of town one cloudy Sunday morning. There was little else to do in this tiny little beach town when the weather turned rotten. So, we ran along, splashing the ball through the puddles of last night’s downpour, and waiting for something more exciting to do. I heard a noise up ahead on the road.
By Blake Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction