jason grace
Bio
An old man who grew tired of doing things he hates for those for whom he has no respect.
Stories (8/0)
Holiday Getaway
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The evergreens lining the road were beautiful with their snow-topped branches, a winter wonderland like those of typical Christmas stories on a perfect winter solstice day. My fellow travelers, unfortunately, did not seem to appreciate the beauty of the landscape as I did. Or it was just that they did not comment on it.
By jason grace4 months ago in Horror
Something Out of the Water
Thunk!! Alan James sat up in bed, startled by the loud noise. "What the hell was that?" Alan had finally been able to get away from work for a week to spend time on his sailboat on the lake. No deadlines, no nagging, insufferable bosses, no traffic. It had been far too long since he had been able to relax like this.
By jason grace4 months ago in Fiction
New Laws Demanded by Recent Events
With the Supreme Court ruling overturning Roe v Wade and many states effectively banning all abortion, which will most likely lead to banning many forms of contraception, and with a sizable number of political office holders who fervently believe a ten-year-old should be forced to have a baby, certain laws must logically change to conform to the new rulings. The following are my suggestions:
By jason grace8 months ago in The Swamp
Side Gig
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Driving down the disused road toward the cabin was a grey SUV, dodging fallen tree limbs and near pond-sized puddles. Its headlights finally shone upon the wooden fence post that signaled the walking path toward the lonely cabin.
By jason grace9 months ago in Horror
Only Good for Incubation
Marnie looked at the strip in utter disbelief. “I was so careful”, she sobbed. But the blue line was undeniable. She knew she could not tell anyone, not her boyfriend, not her most trusted childhood friend, certainly not her family lest they be endangered. This burden was hers alone.
By jason grace10 months ago in Fiction
The Unraveling World
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Nor were there fanged serpents in the rivers. Nor packs of wolf-lizards on the plains, nor thunderbirds in the air. The forests weren’t always populated by vampire trees and razor squirrels. The towns and villages weren’t always heavily fortified, the people weren’t always constantly afraid. And the fields weren’t always so barren.
By jason grace10 months ago in Fiction
