Joe French-Elliott
Bio
Writing is very personal to me, meaning I am not a professional, but I am very passionate about crafting stories that can become personal to others. You are the mighty audience to whom I offer my transparency in this journey, so thank you.
Stories (2/0)
Romeo Esta Sangrando
A criminal atmosphere like smooth jazz pours from the veins of the hustling city. Police sirens blare in the distance - somewhere they have authority. On the lost cause of 18th street, a turf claimed by steel and led, the air is painted with laughter from the young Cuban men who stand in the brake lights of their cavalcade. Rico pops the cap of another beer as he continues his story.
By Joe French-Elliott2 years ago in Criminal
Do Not Put It Out
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned bright in the window. I noticed it as I trudged through the swamp and began running through all the possible explanations behind the presence of this amber glow. Any that I could theorize were dispelled by my confidence that no one had been down here since Katrina. It’s a treacherous landscape that only a seasoned veteran like myself should attempt to survey. Only a few referential landmarks remained in this labyrinth of driftwood and Spanish moss, and while this old cabin was my North Star, it never burned like one before tonight.
By Joe French-Elliott2 years ago in Horror
