Jesse Olson
Bio
Hey there, I'm Jesse.
I'm from Australia and writing has been my passion for many years. I love writing fiction and sci-fi and love to infuse my work with issues relating to social justice and matters of equality.
Thanks for visiting.
Stories (3/0)
Revivescere
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Must be a myth, Ryder thought to himself, stirring to the voice shouting his name through the intercom. He sat up from his laying position on the couch and rubbed his eyes. The image of a half-full bottle of whiskey beside an empty tumbler on the coffee table explained his splitting headache. He'd drunk too much again.
By Jesse Olson2 years ago in Futurism
The Sacred Valley
I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. And I couldn’t believe that I somehow thought coming back here would be different. Nothing is new, everything is exactly the same, even down to the details of this gloomy hall with this aged teak entrance door to her apartment – its cracked blue paint, rotten patches and aged grooves where knots have sprouted misguidedly, perforating the surface and leaking a slight oil as though it were crying over its futile life. To think, I had once fantasized about repairing this door with some sandpaper, Selleys ‘no more gaps’ and a litre of enamel gloss finish that would send all her nosy neighbours out of the building due to the fumes from the oil based paint, leaving us alone to make loud and passionate love making.
By Jesse Olson2 years ago in Humans
A Window of Tolerance
A firm hand gripped her shoulder, then gently shook her to wake. Her eyes opened, absorbing the immediate frame of a man that stood tall, gazing down at her with considerable concern. Glancing over his shoulder, she caught sight of many faces belonging to people who had turned in their seats to stare at her in a manner she interpreted as inauspicious.
By Jesse Olson2 years ago in Fiction
