J. Gilyard
Bio
I'm a creative kid from Brooklyn, NY.
Stories (2/0)
Lyrical Lit Series feat. Slick Rick
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh. Just another case about the wrong path... The long black Cadillac Eldorado jerks to a stop. Barely getting it on the side of the road, Camilla mutters some incoherent obscenities before popping the hood. She examines the intricate machinery with no comprehension. Outside of changing a tire, she knows nothing about cars. Irritated, she drops the hood looking up and down the wooded road, no cars approach from either direction. It’s early and even though she just passed a gas station, it's way too far a walk.
By J. Gilyard2 years ago in Horror
Pass or Fail
When class is over, I find a way to linger. I try to decipher how to pull a problem out of thin air, just to ask him for a solution. He obliges because his first love is knowledge. And while I try to respect his arena, his stage; all I really want is for him to explore my submission with the critical eye for detail and fevor he has when he speaks about engineering.
By J. Gilyard2 years ago in Filthy