Jeff Carter
I enjoy writing short stories in magic realism, horror, and the bizarre. I have ambitions to write a novel.
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.
Jeff CarterPublished 3 days ago in Humans
Bonding of the Bear and the Bull
I knew I wanted to adopt a dog, but I did not think I would be adopting from, of all places, Overstock.com. In 2014 the partnered with local adoption agencies where I found this adorable picture at my local animal shelter.
Jeff CarterPublished 19 days ago in PetlifeSomber Apples
The birdseed made a rattling “tink, tink, tink,” like a miniature machine gun, as Kass filled the metal container inside the golden wire cage. He scratched Emanuele behind the ear and whistled a good morning.
Jeff CarterPublished 30 days ago in HumansBottomlands Horse
They shook on that this man had deepened, but he was kitten. They rode the bottomlands, passing cattle grazed at ten in the morning
Jeff CarterPublished about a month ago in PoetsDemi-Death
We ride the other side, almost dead, gliding along garden walls, photos on the mantle fade, backs broken infect gone lame
Jeff CarterPublished about a month ago in PoetsPurity & Fear
I do not listen I hear only I see you, touch you, I have fear. At night I become excited nights are impure polish them.
Jeff CarterPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe 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.
Jeff CarterPublished about a month ago in HorrorThe 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.
Jeff CarterPublished about a month ago in Horror
