Jasmine S.
Bio
Born: The Bahamas, Grand Bahama
Trying my hand at short stories, I always liked to read but never thought I could write stories. It's never too late to start. I appreciate any reads or comments.
Thank you!
Stories (38/0)
The Getaway
Yaro floors the gas peddle, tires squealing, the bank alarm blaring, and the police sirens in hot pursuit. I didn’t know if it was the amount of GTA he played or from practice, but Yaro skids around corners like a pro and dodges through traffic like a mouse escaping a cat. We need Shim to be in position before the cops call in the choppers or game over. The two-way radio crackles to life, “ETA five minutes.”
By Jasmine S.about a year ago in Fiction
Reclaiming What's Mine
It took an inordinate time to reach my final destination; the exhaustive searches and recruiting friends I knew helped out of pity for me. What harm would it do to indulge my whims? I heard them whisper. Regardless, I was sure I would find it. I used the last of my savings to buy a plane ticket with no one the wiser. I knew I should have told someone, but they’ll see; I’ll prove them wrong.
By Jasmine S.about a year ago in Fiction
Essence of His Soul (Part 2)
His trepidation was confirmed when the jolly man came a few nights later. Before then, only the people he deemed suitable or beneath his status were given the honor of ‘feeding’ him. At first, it appeared his owner thought it reasonable to feed him scraps from their dinner plates. When it was reported that he had not eaten any of the spoils brought to his habitat, only then did Mr. Haggerty grace him with his presence. He raved and swung his hand in the air as he berated a creature he thought ignorant of his words. By the end of his monologue, he had worked harder than if he had run from one side of the room to the other. After that visit, live rodents and the occasional larger prey were introduced, those he devoured with relish. But now Mr. Haggerty and his daughter stood outside his cage whispering, though unbeknownst to them, he had exceptional hearing.
By Jasmine S.about a year ago in Fiction
Cerebral System
In 2060, Dr. Amil Khan, who studied patients who suffered from coma-like episodes and exhibited short-term amnesia, discovered something everyone believed to be the stuff of fiction. He developed a device that allowed the user to enter this come-like state voluntarily. His achievement changed the course of the future drastically. Whether it was to the benefit or detriment of the world was still being debated thirty years later.
By Jasmine S.about a year ago in Futurism
Essence of His Soul (Part 1)
They came when the night was still. No crickets singing to the light of the moon, no rustling of leaves left in the wake of passing animals, or snap of a twig to shatter the oppressive silence. Swift footsteps carried them ever deeper into his domain, shadows flowing into shadows, like thieves in the night, they closed in on their prey. They used a strategy employed on numerous hunts previously. It was foolproof and guaranteed success.
By Jasmine S.about a year ago in Fiction
Generational Walls
If walls could talk, some would tell of the countless generations that passed through their halls, the cry of a newborn, the stampeding of tiny feet, the raucous laughter of family gatherings, or the silent escapades through forbidden windows. Or the battle scars they wore proudly until new mortar and paint altered their appearance to accommodate the changing times. Unfortunately, there aren't always happy moments and celebrations.
By Jasmine S.about a year ago in Fiction
Tragedy on Site
If walls could talk, what a web they'd weave. My consciousness sparked when the first cemented block adhered to the concrete, like the beginning of new life in a mother's womb. At every new block added, my awareness and vision expanded. I watched the comings and goings of men and women I later learned were human. The details of my design and additions are perfect. My purpose? To house some of the most brilliant minds the world has ever seen. Although my frame is a facade, a deception to the world at large, deep in my bowels, new wonders and deadly destruction are destined.
By Jasmine S.about a year ago in Fiction
Ward SIX
Halle stared at the imposing doors leading to the hospital. She had just graduated college a few months ago. Fortunately, thanks to her professor, he wrote a letter of recommendation and landed a job at the hospital. She wasn't one to take handouts, but she desperately needed a break. Her student loans weren't going to pay themselves. The hospital wasn't well known, and her online search yielded unsatisfactory results, but she would take what she could get. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
By Jasmine S.about a year ago in Fiction
Infiltrate
Ethan tried to swat the mosquito buzzing around his ears, only to find his arm didn't obey the command. For that matter, he had trouble moving at all. He barely made out shouting and felt vibrations running throughout the floor. Ethan figured it was his best friend Jonathan bounding up the stairs to his bedroom. He moved like a pack of dogs was nipping at his heels. But something was wrong. The air smelled of ozone, like during the Fourth of July. A thick layer of smoke hangs in the air constricting your airways and inhibiting the ability to take a full breath. Ethan was petrified to discover that he might not be in Kansas anymore.
By Jasmine S.2 years ago in Fiction
