John Kemp

Joined August 2021

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UK based architect & artist. I'm now beginning to explore my imagination through creative writing. I hope you enjoy my journey.

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The Ministry for Economic Cooperation and Defence:
“Access Denied!” “Dammit,” grumbled Cyril, studying the worn keys on the security terminal; slowly and precisely he began retyping his password. You were allowed 5 attempts before being locked out, but the Guards seemed to be in a permanent state of heightened alert these days; he didn’t want to draw their attention, or worse, antagonise them.
By John Kempabout a year ago in Fiction
The Catalyst
All that chased Sha-vi, was the sound of his feet softly patting the ground as they rustled through the mulch coated forest floor. His panting breath left his mouth in cloud bursts of vapour, as the chilly morning stole what little warmth it possessed.
By John Kempabout a year ago in Fiction
Rogue Planet
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," Jayda mused while working persistently, but ineffectively, on the saviour pod’s unfamiliar interface. The Chianina’s synchronised red strobe lights and alarm klaxons, maintained their insistent pulsing drone, urging her to abandon ship.
By John Kemp2 years ago in Fiction
The Easier Path
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. David was glad of it; to him it was a guiding beacon signalling the shore. The last thing he wanted was to end, an already difficult day, being rescued by the coast guard!
By John Kemp2 years ago in Horror
The Quarryman
1 Ethan’s heart skipped a beat as a harrowing scream ripped out across the quarry, echoing eerily around its slab sides.
By John Kemp2 years ago in Horror
Molly's Sentinels
Only Molly’s rose-tinted nose was visible from the olive-green cocoon of her sleeping bag. Deep in the forest, no tent marked her camp. Instead, she nested in a deep hollow inside an enormous standing dead oak. One of many such trees holding sentry around a small hillock.
By John Kemp3 years ago in Fiction
Hunger
Shadows lengthened relentlessly as they moved quickly and quietly through the trees. The setting sun teased them with the false warmth of its amber glow; while the frost filled air nipped at the exposed orbits of their eyes, gathering on their eyelashes in sharp fronds.
By John Kemp3 years ago in Fiction

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The Ministry for Economic Cooperation and Defence:

The Catalyst

Rogue Planet

The Easier Path

The Quarryman

Molly's Sentinels

Hunger

Stories (7/0)