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 (56/0)
- Top Story - November 2023
World in Tatters Ch. 10
We spent the next hour or so dishing out soup to dozens of the ill-fated. I call it soup, but there wasn’t much substance to it, just broth with few shreds of chicken and an occasional noodle. It wasn’t much, but for some of these people, it might be what keeps them alive for a few more days.
By Kevin Barkman6 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 9
Once we leave Philip’s bar, I pull Alice down a nearby alleyway. “Are you really sure about Philip?” “Everything I told you in there is true. Philip has a complicated past, but every single one of the jobs I’ve worked with him, have been to help people. He helps get goods to people who can’t afford them. Goods that the Praetor keeps hoarded inside the walls. There are people here who rely on his help.”
By Kevin Barkman6 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 7
The walk back into the tent city was tense to say the least. I didn’t want Alice in the city with me. I needed her to be safe. She’s been through too much in the last few years, I don’t think I could forgive myself if my nosing around endangered the life she seems to have built here with Bertrand, such as it is. Or worse, dragged her into this mess that I find myself in now. She’s too important to me. But the decision had been made for me, and once Alice made up her mind, there was no changing it.
By Kevin Barkman6 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 6
Dinner went as you might expect. Old friends catching up, telling stories of our travels. Even Chris joined in the festivities somewhat. Well, not joined in exactly, but he did stay close, laughing at jokes and seeming to enjoy the food. He did avoid eye contact with Rachel, though. Which is understandable, considering that she stared daggers at him most of the night.
By Kevin Barkman7 months ago in Fiction
World In Tatters Ch. 3
I move slowly, deliberately, between the thick, overgrown bushes. My head on a swivel. Still, I can hear nothing. Nothing, not even birds. It’s an eerie sort of quiet. My teeth are clenched, my muscles coiled and ready to strike. I pull the hunting rifle close into my shoulder, preparing for worst possible outcomes.
By Kevin Barkman7 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch1
“Hey, Rach!” I shout as we unload our gear from the horses into the little grey house. “I’m right here, you don’t have to yell.” I hadn’t even seen her as she circled around behind me. She’d learned to be a lot quieter on her feet. The results of training and a hell of a lot of practice in the woods.
By Kevin Barkman8 months ago in Fiction