Jeff Newman
Bio
I am reading and writing enthusiast with a wide variety of interests ranging from history to horror and anything in between. I am a guitarist, self published author, movie buff, travel enthusiast, and cat dad to 13 awesome fur babies.
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Stories (9/0)
Top 5 Criminally Underrated Guitarists of the 80s
Music has been a massive part of my life for as long as I can remember. Thinking back to when I was just a small child in the early 1980s, my parents started me on my musical journey by gifting me my first Elvis Record - a compilation album called Burning Love. I've been hooked ever since.
By Jeff Newmanabout 11 hours ago in Beat
The Boy in the Mirror
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own,” Katarina Graham murmured. Sitting across from Dr. Eyles, Katarina could barely make eye contact. Instead, she hunched down in the oversized chair, attempting to make herself small, largely because she felt small. Her embarrassment wore a countenance that displayed itself through the fidgeting of an unlit cigarette in one hand and swirling a half-drunk cup of OJ in the other. Through drooped eyelids, Katarina spied the thick white bandages that encircled her wrists, small pools of blood still painting crimson spots. She couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to be anywhere but where she happened to be, even if that meant death would have taken her when she sawed at her veins with a rusty boxcutter.
By Jeff Newman3 days ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Time Traveler Challenge
The Last 100 YearsRunner-Up in Time Traveler Challenge
1936 Silas Buchanan’s seventieth birthday passed unnoticeably on a cold and lonely February morning. Regarded as one of the top American historians of his time, Silas lived a life consumed with documenting the past. The circumstances around his life propelled him into the field. His father had died during the last known battle of the Civil War days after his conception, and, as fate would have it, his grandfather had died defending the Alamo a mere fifteen days after his father had been conceived. Life comprised many coincidences, but even Silas could not ignore that these two events pre-determined his path in life.
By Jeff Newmanabout a month ago in Fiction
Walls
If walls could talk, would they? That is the eternal question that all humankind passing through my halls has wondered at one point in time. I, alone, know the answer to that burning question, and the answer is, quite simply, we wouldn’t. Instead, the walls that make up my persona will forever stay silent to the awaiting ears of my inhabitants. I thrive on watching the melodramas in my corridors. I gasp with excitement when I hear scintillating details and gossip, especially when it’s dark gossip, you know, the kind that is muttered under hushed tones while the target is in another room.
By Jeff Newman2 months ago in Horror
Judgment Night Express
I. Leon Morel’s consciousness returned to him slowly like someone passing smelling salts under his nose. Only what he smelled and tasted was not sweet or floral; instead, it was the pungent stench of copper. He tried to open his eyes, but they were held shut by something he could not determine. Any attempt to move his arms to free his eyes was met with stiff resistance that affirmed he was bound and gagged.
By Jeff Newman8 months ago in Horror
Tattooed Hearts: Ep1.2 The Inn
Episode 2: The Inn (Part 2) 1 Now within the inner circle, Tom and Cynthia forged their way through the empty field to where the burning glow of the bonfire beckoned them. Cynthia couldn't help but take fearful glances over her shoulder, expecting the man in black to be behind her at any moment.
By Jeff Newman9 months ago in Fiction
Tattooed Hearts: Ep1 The Inn
Episode 1: The Inn (Part 1) 1 Cynthia struggled to inscribe their names into the guest book with a pen that had long since run its course of usefulness. As she scratched out barely visible ink strokes, she heard a voice behind her call: "Welcome to the Farnsworth Inn."
By Jeff Newman9 months ago in Horror
