Jack Wayne Arnett
I enjoy writing in many genres. My favorite is horror, but I also enjoy poetry, romance and military life. I love the challenge of writing outside my comfort zone as a challenge. I live in Riverside, California and have 5 daughters.
Redemption and Damnation
I stand at the crossroads one step from redemption or damnation. My soul tells me one way, my heart the other. What may damn me today will redeem me tomorrow.
Cold steel wind across the tundra stings like steel beams piecing the midnight sky. Face numb from the howling winds as I whimper soft pleas to God above.
A world apart
Like the waves of the ocean we romanced, we danced. Til the morning light we kept each other in our sights. We could be no closer, but our time had passed and time to return home.
A Christmas to remember!
Trickle sounds of the beating rain just outside my windows pane bring a sense of calm to the chaos just inches outside. My head resting, calm and at peace til the light patter of feet come to the foot of my palatial bed.
Shuffling feet go down the busy street. Never look up, there's no one to meet. Tear down these places I haunt with a gaze for shelter in these nameless streets. Buildings reach to heaven but I am denied. I trample the dust of this place, No love as I'm blown like the wind. Horrors of the days now long gone still live in me, the voices echo through time give no mercy. I stay awake days on end to keep the dreams away, in the end sanity goes astray. If just one soul would give me a little love I might believe again. Love is like the shining stars above, see it in the night but so very far away. Stars are like a nail in a vail just to show that love will never prevail. Broken hearted man, broken from the core who will be there when there is nothing more. Take from me now the hands that build, take it from me now these hands that sinned. No one alive, sees me running scared. Face my demon on these streets, wrestle him in fires deep. His nails cut and screams are of rage. Defeat I am beat, lay there dead in the street. An angel cries, and a man of wealth scurries by. Discarded man, is forgotten like the blowing desert sand. No one will be sad, no one will care. So many like me, so many blowing away like sand dunes across these nameless streets. Look them in the eye next time you see one, give a smile, a handshake or even some hope. One day, you too could be me. One day you will be forgotten, in the ground and rotten. Make one day just a little less forgotten.
I had a dad; so big and strong! He could never do any wrong. Every song he sang was always rang in my heart. One day he even told me I was just like him.
The monster calls from down the hall I run so fast, I trip and fall. He´s getting closer; I hear his breath. Certain death upon my chest.
Compelled Chapter 2
Arnettsville (Yukon), West Virginia 1861 Sunset on that bone chilling evening in mid January, seemed nothing out of the dull mundane. The sky alight in hues of deep purples and red as the scattered clouds moved across the hills in a slow deliberate pace. I had retired to the porch after a day of hunting with my rather ugly hound Chester. He may be long in the tooth but still enjoys a good chase now and then. The day rewarded a couple hares that my wife Malinda joyously prepared for myself, 4 children and Servant. I had only been home a few days and was already beginning to feel back at ease. Some months ago, I had been forced to join the Confederate army, which I had no business being a part of. I had to provide for my family, and my children were not quite old enough to take care of the ranch just yet. I had refused to join, and the Rebs decided it best to force me and several others down to Little Rock to be incarcerated until we were properly motivated to enlist. As luck would have it, we overpowered our gracious escorts and escaped. All going their own ways. We took all records of our capture and hid the bodies carefully. No proof or signs that we ever were transported. At least that's what we believed.