Jessica Gordon
Bio
As a university graduate with a Bachelor's degree in English Literature and Religious Studies, I have always had a passion for creative writing. My areas of interest are history, fantasy, horror, and the rights of animals.
Stories (3/0)
Under the Pear Tree
This season is one of the warmest I can remember; the sun is hot overhead, beating down on the trees and grass, making them wilt slightly. Normally so vibrant, the leaves have lost some of their lustre and become dull in the August heat. Now and then a light breeze eases some of the heat, cool enough to dry the sweat on my forehead. I’m glad I tied my hair up today.
By Jessica Gordon3 years ago in Fiction
The Cottage
The two-lane highway dimmed as shadows crept in from the forest, flanking it on both sides. Nora turned on the car’s lights, the twin beams cutting through the growing darkness. I knew I should have left earlier, she scolded herself, checking her phone GPS one more time to make sure she wouldn’t miss the turn. She scanned the road ahead for any animals that might think it was safe to cross and saw nothing. That would have been a relief, had ‘nothing’ not been her only sight for the past hour and a half. She had never driven on this stretch of highway before, but it struck her as odd that no one else was driving; it was only just after 8:00pm. Get a grip Nora; you’ve been watching way too many horror movies lately. To ease her senseless paranoia, she tuned into a station that played classic rock and turned the volume up. She smiled; much better than the news station, especially with the anchors going on about the atrocious endeavours of criminals, both convicted and free.
By Jessica Gordon3 years ago in Fiction
Lamentation
The roar of the crowd is deafening, pulsing all around me. I cannot see them. These four crudely built wooden walls are all I can see, but I know they are out there; I can smell them, feel their hunger. I have never been here before, but I know it is not a good place. It is so hot in here, and it smells of fear and hopelessness and old blood. My eyes bulge. I desperately search for a way out; there is none. I am scared.
By Jessica Gordon3 years ago in Earth
