Jordan Flynn
Bio
Out of Grand Rapids MI. I write because I have to. (I am a noob however.)
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Stories (22/0)
Shattered Dreams
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It showed numerous reflections actually. Tall me’s, skinny me’s, fat me’s. Versions of me that were all chest, like I was one of those buff bulldogs in the old Looney Tunes cartoons. Then others that were all legs, like a chicken.
By Jordan Flynn2 months ago in Horror
Voices of The Lost
Jorge Vale didn't normally work from home, save but to get caught up on a project. Or to get a start on the next day's work. This naturally increased during the pandemic when he exclusively worked from home. This night was a different circumstance altogether.
By Jordan Flynn4 months ago in Fiction
Killstreak
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She tried to imagine how the land was in its prime. Before the green grass was stripped from the Earth. Before the trees died of rain tainted by nuclear fallout. Animals may have lined her viewpoint, birds could’ve pecked at the window she now gazed from.
By Jordan Flynn5 months ago in Fiction
Herbert's Delivery
“That's it, to hell with these boxes!” Herbert shouted to no one. With one hand he carried the small box, and with his other he supported his c shaped back as he walked toward his trash can. “I don't know how many times I have to put this out here, when it's not my damned package.”
By Jordan Flynn6 months ago in Fiction
The Bones of Hermes
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space or so they say.. However in about seven minutes time mission control would get an earful of giddy screams of joy. The whoops of the Hermes crew rang hollowly in the tight space of the shuttle control room. The aircycler competed with their enthusiasm.
By Jordan Flynn10 months ago in Fiction
Another Life
“He's the one, him.” Deon felt his shoulder shaking, “Hey you. Sir, sir, wake up.” Deon, winced, his eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each. He found his words difficult to form, as he slurred awake. “Wha, who is it?” He felt the slight pull of gravity at his limbs, he imagined for a moment he was floating in space. His dark eyes shot open, to the unfamiliar hands on his shoulder.
By Jordan Flynn10 months ago in Fiction