Kevin Barkman
Bio
Somehow, my most popular story is smut. I don't usually write smut. I did it once, and look what happened. Ugh.
Anyway, Hope you enjoy my work. I do pour my heart, soul, sweat and tears into it.
PS: Please read more than my smut story.I beg
Stories (54/0)
World in Tatters Ch. 32
The sound of the carriage rocking helps me to focus. Jason kept all this from me for five years. Why would he? It doesn’t make sense. Clearly there is more to the story. I mean…my mother is alive. All this time. All these years, and she’s been alive. How much did Jason know?
By Kevin Barkman4 days ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch 31
Richard and I silently walk back to camp, my head swirling with thoughts of my mother. Alice rushes me as soon as she sees me. She tries to pull me aside, but I brush her off. I cross the camp to the rest of my crew. Jason sees my pensive expression and nods to me. He has always had a knack for reading me. Knowing when to press me for answers and when to leave well enough alone. Rachel on the other hand knows, but always asks anyway. Luckily, she and Chris seem to be getting some well-deserved shut eye.
By Kevin Barkman11 days ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 29
My four companions and I jump up, shocked by the sudden violence. The smell of blood fills the air as the crimson fluid sprays from Luther’s rent throat. The bodyguard holds Luther’s head back and watches, chuckling while his victim dies choking on and gargling his own blood.
By Kevin Barkman25 days ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 28
If looks could kill, Jonathan Luther would be a corpse by now. Chris rushes across the room, muscles tensed. He may not be very large or outwardly muscular, but with the look in his eye, I would not want to be the target of his rage. Luther barely seems to register the boy coming at him. There’s no recognition for the wretch he sold into slavery a year ago.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a month ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 27
Rachel and I make it out again without incident. As we pass through the gate of the posh neighborhood, I briefly lock eyes with the female guard who accosted me earlier today. I give her a little smirk as she rolls her eyes and turns away from me.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a month ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 26
Once we get inside the carriage house, we climb a ladder up into the tool loft and take position by the window. The window isn’t big enough for both of us to stand watch together, so we take turns. Rachel takes the first shift while I pull over a couple of boxes to sit on.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a month ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 25
Rachel and I quickly make our way through the crowded streets. I’ll give Chris this, his memory is pretty sharp. After about half-an-hour at our swift pace, we come in front of a chain-link fence about eight feet high. We should be at the main gate soon.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 24
I find Alice sprawled out face down on the bed like a sleeping bear. And like a sleeping bear, it takes a while to wake her up. She was always a heavy sleeper, with few exceptions, even when we were kids. I have to grab her by the shoulders and shake her hard before she even begins to stir.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch 23
I lean back against the wall between our doors, letting my weight slide down to the floor. I’m careful not to make any noise. I don’t want to disturb the others. I feel my head swimming from all the alcohol. As I sit there listening to Alice and Rachel talking, I hear the faint purr from the other side of their door. Rachel’s obnoxious cat must have found himself a nice warm spot for the night.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 22
I decided to take a bit of a nap while we wait for sunset, since I didn’t get to sleep last night. Luckily, since the storm passed, the midday air is cool and comfortable. I pick out a spot in the shade of a large oak away from the others and plant myself against the trunk. I look up, taking in the cloudy azure sky before drifting off to sleep.
By Kevin Barkman3 months ago in Fiction
