Jordan Barrett
Bio
My name is Jordan and I am a budding YA Fiction writer and photographer. I am currently working on my first full length book, while also having completed several unpublished short stories. I have a great love for books, bunnies and tea 🥰
Stories (3/0)
You are my Life
It was a magical evening. As I climbed the stairs up to the front porch of my cottage, I smiled and touched my lips. I could still feel his kiss. I sat in one of the antique rocking chairs that decorated the porch, my favorite place to enjoy mornings, read my favorite books, and lately, think about Connor. The porch of my sweet little waterfront cottage lined the face and continued to wrap around the side to the back. It was decorated with mismatched white wood furniture, colorful cushions and string lights that swung lightly in the nighttime breeze.
By Jordan Barrett3 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare
There were four of us. I only remember that we were doing this because bad things kept happening. People kept dying. It was myself, two other girls and a boy. It was the middle of the night and it was pouring rain. The area was forest-like but lined with a sidewalk so clearly a domesticated area. The trees were pine trees and they towered over us and formed a circle like clearing. The ground was covered in slippery grass and littered with pinecones and broken off branches and tree limbs. It was unusually dark. The sky was a deep pressing black, with almost no blue to it at all. And there were absolutely no animal sounds or animals anywhere to see. We collected four long sticks, big enough to not be twigs but still small enough that they could be broken by human hands or a human amount of exert-able amount of force. Four sticks for four of us to each break off two sides each. We had to tie the sticks into a snowflake pattern. We tied it together with beige kitchen string, the kind you would use when you put a turkey or chicken into a rotisserie oven.
By Jordan Barrett3 years ago in Fiction
Behind the Gilded Door
Behind the Gilded Door The year is 3042. The world has finally settled and begun to grow with new life after the nuclear war between Elves and Humans. Nuclear waste litters the Earth, and humans are all but extinct. The few that remain are enslaved to the Elves that rule from their glittering city and are unwilling subjects to King Niiri. My name is Fallon. I’m half human, half elf, currently being transported from my home in the hills to the Palace of Amyr, the King’s home. The Kings guard arrested me because of my human blood.
By Jordan Barrett3 years ago in Fiction
