Jeff Carter
Bio
I enjoy writing short stories in magic realism, horror, and the bizarre. I have ambitions to write a novel.
Stories (13/0)
Fishing at Lake Nodens
My favorite memories are of my father taking me fishing at Lake Nodens; we rarely caught anything, but we would pile up the gummy worms, fig newtons, and store brand sodas and sit on the banks watching the sun come up as father and son.
By Jeff Carterabout a year ago in Families
Blood, Wine & Roses
I met my first girlfriend in kindergarten while playing with colored clay; she had my favorite color, orange, and I had hers, blue. We traded and then held hands during show and tell. I don’t remember her name; her family moved two months later.
By Jeff Carterabout a year ago in Humans
The Well of Vibrant Health
Audra absorbed her life in healthy living. She enjoyed the thrill of discovering a new low-sodium recipe or finding the perfect mix of ingredients to enhance the flavors of her juicing diets, she had two different gym memberships because neither gym had all the machines she liked to use, she taught yoga to senior citizens at the local city center, and she handed out small bags of sunflower seeds on Halloween.
By Jeff Carterabout a year ago in Horror
The Perfect Dress
The shop had been there as long as Lily could remember. She thought back to when she was seven years old and her sister took her there for the first time. It was enormous, with frosted glass windows and pointy spires on the roof, like miniature church steeples. She had paid particularly great attention to the door. It was a large wooden door with an oval-shaped, stained-glass picture of a pink and red rose. The glass met the door in perfectly smooth connection. The handle curved outward and then down, like a swan, craning its neck to eat the last crumb of bread thrown at its feet. A small lever above the handle would release the lock and it clicked when you held it down with your thumb. The door made an eerie creaking sound when it opened, almost like the doors in the scary movies, but this door wasn’t scary.
By Jeff Carterabout a year ago in Horror
Trial by Carpet
Sid squeezed the little ball of putty she kept on her office desk; she felt it squish between her fingers and smash between each knuckle. It was good stress relief, but sometimes when she looked at it she would get mad that its original brilliant yellow was faded and smudged with brown fingerprints; it would make her squish harder while the other hand straightened the note pads to be at a perfect ninety degree angle to her stapler.
By Jeff Carterabout a year ago in Horror
Fertilizer
Axel Kerodon spent the majority of his retirement in his relaxed nook, the front porch, watching dogs chase passing cars and neighbors stroll by while he packed and lit his pipe and rocked back and forth on the oak rocking chair he hand-crafted. Everyday was just about the same, he would leave only for three things: to use the restroom, to water the lawn by hand, or to do a chore for a dark noon hen.
By Jeff Carterabout a year ago in Horror
