Jessica Cook
Bio
I made up stories the second I started talking. My mother has some doozies to tell about me if you'd let her. I've always aspired to be an author and it's taken me until the age of thirty four to stop waiting. Here I go!
Stories (3/0)
Love Forever
Dizzy's head and neck were killing her. She squint her eyes against the pain as it slowly woke her from whatever fever dream she'd been having. She couldn't remember any of the large details, just a man in a dark coat and luggage. Slowly, Dizzy opened one eye at a time, fearing the light that would undoubtedly be streaming from her bedroom window. The light was less harsh than she expected, it felt odd. She leaned against her elbow for a moment and noticed she wasn't where she expected. She fully sat up.
By Jessica Cook2 years ago in Fiction
I am Risen
I am risen on the backs of inferior men. It had been three days since Cato Bishop, Finance Chief of the criminal family Whitlocke had taken over as figurehead. The fluorescent light bulbs above his head flickered as he stared wearily into the elevator floor as if to burn a hole into the bottom. Three days, the rollercoaster had risen and fallen while Cato Bishop seemed to seamlessly intertwine himself into the role he found himself playing. Three days since the loyalty of Cato Bishop would be a question on everyone's lips, but it was also those same three days that Cato secretly proved that loyalty to those that mattered. As the elevator thrummed its slow ascent to the top of the golden palace that was Whitlocke headquarters, a quaint skyscraper in midtown Seattle, Cato relished in the silence and thought back to the blur of previous months and most especially… the last three days.
By Jessica Cook2 years ago in Fiction
This sinking feeling
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Then again, there weren’t always breast implants and men wearing jean shorts either. San Fernando Valley hadn’t been called home in decades. Then it had been just a valley teeming with wildlife and expansive bodies of water, the perfect haven for an immortal creature of the Earth such as himself. It wasn’t until the gold rush of the late 1800s that brought people that polluted the pristine, peaceful environment and forced creatures like Atticus to adapt or leave. Atticus had chosen the latter. Since then, he'd visited, but less frequently as the people-infested planet became more prevalent across the entirety of California and then Northern America. This trip, however, would force him directly into the throes of the bustling city. There would be no avoiding the dragons that had hoarded restaurants and shops by the dozens, there would be no avoiding the werewolves in the downtown crowd, or even the vampires that lurked the night clubs. Not if his sister was involved. Atticus had heard rumors that someone in the Valley knew where his sister was, and he wasn't about to leave any stone unturned to find the truth, even if stone-turning involved dragons.
By Jessica Cook2 years ago in Fiction
