Johnny Garcia

Johnny Garcia

Johnny Garcia is a writer based in Clearwater, Florida. He writes short stories, screenplays, essays, and he is currently working on a novel. Your support is greatly appreciated.

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  • Johnny Garcia
    Published 9 months ago
    The After Party

    The After Party

    “Do we have to go?” I asked my girlfriend Heather.
  • Johnny Garcia
    Published 9 months ago
    The Wind in the Hollow

    The Wind in the Hollow

    As Alexei Sechin approached Brenda Holloway, he softly tossed a tin to her.
  • Johnny Garcia
    Published 9 months ago
    What's Good for the Goose Is Good for the Gander

    What's Good for the Goose Is Good for the Gander

    “I want to try something different,” I said.
  • Johnny Garcia
    Published 10 months ago
    When a Priest Calls

    When a Priest Calls

    The doorbell rang in the McKenzie household. Lucy McKenzie, the head of the household, answered the door. A young, Hispanic man in a black suit and a clergy collar stood in the doorway.
  • Johnny Garcia
    Published 10 months ago
    Tit for Tat

    Tit for Tat

    A few years ago, my parents started arguing a lot. I knew things weren’t right, but when they started arguing in front of me, I knew it was the beginning of the end. Once they argued while my friends were around. We just wanted to play Resident Evil on Xbox but my parents ruined it. I was really embarrassed by them. My friends left right away. One of them looked at me and gave me a weird look like he felt sorry for me or wondered if something was going to happen to me.
  • Johnny Garcia
    Published 10 months ago
    Sharing My Wife With A Young BBC

    Sharing My Wife With A Young BBC

    My wife Jenny and I needed this vacation. My mom agreed to take care of our teenage son, and off we went to Aruba for a week. It took a couple days before we finally started to relax. The beach resort we were staying at had everything you could possibly want. The service was magnificent. Of course there were maids that cleaned and turned down our bed at night, but we also had a young man that was kind of like a butler. Lionel, our butler, was a young black man who arranged for our bags to be delivered, got ice, delivered cocktails to our room… we were really getting spoiled!