Jeff Johnson
Bio
I am that late bloomer that decided to follow his passion late in life. I live for stories that are out of bounds, unusual, and beyond normal limits. I thrive on comedies, horror stories, and stories that tug at your heart.
Stories (41/0)
What Swims Beneath
FICTION Water it's everywhere. Seventy percent of the planet is covered with it. Stories have been written about it for centuries, from Spiritual levels to horror stories water has been the center of millions of accounts. This story, however, is slightly different, more tangled, and more fitting with a horror story.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Criminal
Birds Sing When They Are Happy
The hot August sun beams down, the ground is parched, yet I must mow the weeds. From the window, "Jeffrey, Mow around the pear tree." I reply, "Ok, Mom." Mumbling to myself, "I hate pears, and I hate Yellow Jackets that love pears even more." Mother's voice returns, "Jeffrey honey, when you're done. My prescription is ready at the Pharmacy. I'm going to go get it." "Ok, Mom, I'll go get it."
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Humans
Where Do The Ducks Go?
Comedy "The news says the temperature is supposed to get negative ten again this week." Mother says while fixing a small plate with a tiny sandwich, "No, Pickle Mom." from the other side of the table, just out of sight. She replies, "Ok, sweetie."
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Pain Of Love
The morning sun peeks through the curtains. I lay there half covered after tossing and turning all night. I get up and stroll to the coffee pot and then out to the patio. The trees are green and blocking the earliest rays of the sun, just the green traffic light and the occasional car. I can see my neighbor's house, and I watch him stir, walking out to get the morning paper and then give me a quick wave. He is a beautiful man, a tall blond Australian, and newly divorced. I have tried to find out why he wound up getting a divorce from his wife, but no one seems to know.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Bull
As the sun sets, a lone figure stands against the horizon. A herd of cattle lumbers into the barn for the night. His shadow is long. One of the cows getting close to the shadow rears her head as if it were alive and would react to her being near. Then over the horizon, a massive shadow appears. Two large horns jut out of the creature's head, giving it a powerful presence. The young man watches the bull trek to the barn. His massive body packed with muscles making him a fierce presence. The young man gives a simple whistle without saying a word, and his horse follows behind the bull. He closes the gate while still in the saddle, and with a precise movement, the horse takes off toward the house. He takes the saddle off the horse and walks him over to his fenced-in area and places his head against the horse's head, and says, "I love you, my friend."
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Marigolds
Satire/Comedy The sunrises, the early morning light dances around the room, while the TV blares Ed and Rose sit watching with painful focus any noise evokes piercing screams, "Will you stop that!" Rose turns to her husband, looking at him, almost snarling, "ok, honey." Ed says with his nostrils flared, "Love you, dear."
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Little Brown Box Of Memories
I sit alone a lot, thinking. I seem always to be thinking. I have that mind that doesn't turn off and is hard to derail. I found this box just large enough for my stuff. I'll be leaving soon. I want to keep some stuff and put it in a safe place for later on.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Lorraine's Lesson
The door swings open, and through it barges my Mother's friend Lorraine, a larger woman, greying hair, demanding. She sits at the table and begins talking with my mother. For some reason, even when she was kind, it came across as if she were plotting some spiteful revenge for some unseen slight, which was always a moving target.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Miss Pig
In a grove of woods atop a mountain deep in the forest, there lived a farmer. A simple man with his wife and their five children. He worked day and night to feed his children. There came a day when he saw he needed to buy livestock. He had cut wood and saved money for the whole year. He gathers his Family up, and they head off the hill into town to the auction.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction