Coco Jenae`
Bio
Fiction Writer
Drag Artist
Reader
Film Lover
A Lover
A Pursuer of Wellness
Nomyo ho renge kyo
Stories (69/0)
The Bed You've Made: Part Two
Sheri had been surprised by how easy it had been to actually carry out everything she had been planning for months now. The hardest part had been constructing the bomb left on Geo’s doorstep, and making sure the paper covered box the bomb was placed in was cut and taped just right so the surprise inside couldn’t be spoiled.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Fiction
The Shattered Pond
The pond is still, long frozen over for the winter. I am the one who is shattered. Momma is dead now. After all the evening frozen margaritas, which led to the morning bottles of wine, shots of whiskey, and then bottles of vodka instead of the cups of coffee, Momma is dead. Even though everyone saw it coming, even though I saw it coming, I am still shattered.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Fiction
My Guardian Shark
Marty the stuffed Great White Shark had been by Celeste Bloom’s side for as long as she could remember. Being that Celeste was only five years old, the time spent with Marty hadn’t been long. Marty slept in her bed, the soft fabric that held together his cotton insides always soft and comforting to Celeste at night. More than this though, Marty made Celeste feel safe as she slept, and as she moved about the world while she was awake.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Fiction
The Bed You've Made: Part One
My life is over; Geo Logan thought after he read what was in the envelope left on the windshield of his car. He wanted to cry, but his four year old son Kaden sat in the chair next to him, watching “Ed, Edd, and Eddy” reruns without a care in the world. How much Geo wished he could go back to a place so simple.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Fiction
The Red Eyed Bull
Fisher Morgan had been called to his old family friends Martha and Eugene Jackson, for what he had thought would be more of a social visit. He hadn’t arrived thinking he would use the old talents Fisher had once thought would be the talent he would die before giving up. Only to realize these talents would be the very thing that would slowly begin to take his sanity, then finally walking away from the trade before it could take away is mortal soul.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Fiction
A Mommie Dearest In The Making?
First off, I want to apologize for the error I made with my last story about Amber Heard. As I’ve looked deeper online in the available articles and videos on the subject, it appears Amber Heard has NOT been fired from her role in the “Aquaman” sequel. At this time Vocal doesn’t have the option to delete published stories, so I wanted to apologize for that mistake. Second, I wanted reiterate that the statements made in this piece are my personal opinion that has been formed through information readily available to me and the rest of the public online. I don’t know Amber Heard, nor do I have any firsthand knowledge about her character or this entire situation.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Humans
Let The Eat The Chocolate Cake
The battle had been won. The war had been won. Carla’s Dads were now legally married. Her entire life, she had always seen them for who they were, two people who loved each other, who loved and took care of their daughter, who deserved to have that devotion recognized on a federal level. Now they were, and for twelve year old Carla, it meant everything to her.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Fiction
For Lucy
For Lucy, life on the vast North Dakota farm is a beautiful one. A golden Labrador and Kelpie mix, a life of running around, herding the animals where they need to be, is everything a sweet and energetic dog like Lucy could ever ask for. Her favorite time of the day though comes when the day’s work is finished and she can lie at the top of the hill with her little girl human named Leigh, overlooking the old red barn and the vast land beyond it.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Fiction
The First, Or The Last
One Bright Cellars Merlot had been the shared interest that had once brought Beverly and Andy together twelve years ago, in the very same room they were in now. The question which now stood between them was whether or not it would become their shared memory or the night they decided to end their marriage.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Families
Coming Home For Mother's Day
While most people celebrate Mother’s Day with a nice card, flowers, and maybe a nice lunch or dinner for their mothers; my mother has always insisted I drop everything I’m doing where I live in San Francisco to come straight to Calabasas California , where she lives in her large mansion. For seven days leading up to Mother’s Day, I’m more or less a hostage in my mother’s pristine house until the day after Mother’s Day.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Horror
Thick Bodies Of Wine
One: Half passed 6pm, Greg read the time on his phone and winced. He was early. Thirty minutes early. Greg hesitated on the sidewalk in front of the house. Part of him wanted to walk right up to the house steps with confidence. The other part of Greg thought that would be too much too soon, especially given how early he was. Before Greg had time to debate with himself much longer, the front door opened. The open doorway acted as the only source of light on this street on this winter night.
By Coco Jenae`3 years ago in Horror