Family man, grandfather, retired soldier and story teller with an edge.
Everybody is talking about it. Morning shows on TV. Talk radio. Tik Tok, Facebook, Instagram, X. It's everywhere. But hardly any of them know what they're squawking about.
By John Coxabout 17 hours ago in Chapters
As my Auntie warned, the Soul Eater was a problem. After Mother helped Father escape the only living thing remaining in My hall was me. And in full-blown Flesh Witch mode, she was seriously hungry. But even a one-trick pony like me could take care of a bloated brute like her.
By John Coxa day ago in Chapters
"Come then, Father! Swear it to me on Styx' ineluctable waters. With one hand grasp your deadly bident, with the other take hold of your sharp spear, so that all the gods who yet remain above or those who dwell with us far below may be witnesses to our pact."
By John Cox3 days ago in Chapters
I felt the temperature change in the air before I heard the knock. Death had finally come to my door. My Father was every bit as desperate as I had imagined.
By John Cox5 days ago in Chapters
What happened after Mother visited was both unexpected and strangely liberating. My bail was posted, not by Father - no surprises there - but by an anonymous donor.
By John Cox6 days ago in Chapters
My plan was slow in evolving, but with the discovery of newfound ability to conjure a pathway to the other world, my spirit began to wander to unfamiliar lands and peoples in the night, always searching for clues to David’s disappearance. Unfortunately, it has not been easy. The ancient thrones and dominions in this dark world do not readily vouchsafe passage through their realms. For that I will need to enlist a power greater than my own.
By John Cox9 days ago in Chapters
Some nights I awaken with my arms tightly embracing my body, the taste of your remembered kisses still fresh upon my lips, the silkiness of your remembered caresses returning in the aftermath of the dream. Unable to sleep, the memory’s potency revives the cruel ache of renewed longing. Do you yet live, my love? Do you still hunger for me as I do for you?
By John Cox12 days ago in Chapters
Petals float in tiny streams, My thoughts in these moments stilled.
By John Cox13 days ago in Poets
When it took a full week before Father’s attorney visited, I knew without a doubt that Father was responsible for the malfunctioning camera recording my office door. I was exactly where he wanted me.
By John Cox14 days ago in Chapters
They came, like pilgrims, in their tens of thousands. But no religious faith drew them to the sarsen stones. They came just as they had for a thousand years and would again, year after year, for another thousand.
By John Cox15 days ago in Fiction
The detective was more accommodating than my new neighbors. After bringing me to the station as a material witness, he had ordered me to lose the shades as well but relented once I pushed my prescription across the table. I was diagnosed as a child with Photophobia – acute sensitivity to light. It’s not unusual for someone who is born an albino. If I spend even a few minutes out during the day without protection the resulting migraine lasts for hours.
By John Cox15 days ago in Chapters
When the police arrested me and led me to the holding cell, the other women there stopped talking to stare slack-jawed at me. An older woman giggled and said – “What’s the matter with you bitches, never seen the sugar plum fairy before?” As they began to laugh, another woman covered her eyes and shrieked “Make it stop, I can’t see!”
By John Cox17 days ago in Chapters
