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)
Sunset over the Orchard
So, reader, to start this off, so there’s no confusion, I just wanted to tell you: I…am a tree. Don’t worry, this isn’t some weird metaphor. I’m not just some tall human comparing myself to a majestic plant. I am one hundred percent, bark and branches, leaves and fruit…tree.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Far Away
“Far away, deep into the woods lies a lake. In the center of the lake sits an island. On that island, a pond. It isn’t just any pond, however. Even in the middle of the summer, the hottest day of the year, this pond remains frozen over. On the coldest days of winter, the ice is never more than a few inches deep, just thick enough to walk over without fear. The ice is like glass, providing a neat viewport into the world beneath.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Beauty in the Beast
Arabella stares up at the castle spires before her as dark clouds swirl overhead. She pushes open the heavy iron gate. It creaks and groans against the pressure before finally giving way. The winds pick up around her blowing the hood of her cloak into her face. She pulls the hood back pressing on into the overgrown grounds.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
By the Light of the Dutchman
I stand atop the highest mast, in a crow’s nest towering above the galleon. I’ve always liked it up here, the salty winds whipping through my hair. From this point, the sounds of the bustling crew are nothing but a faint whisper to me.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Dead Man Walking
The first time I had a piece of chocolate cake, I was twelve years old. It’s one of the few fleeting memories I have left of my old life. Now, anything I eat turns to ash in my mouth. No taste, only hunger. Well, more accurately…a thirst. Insatiable, unending thirst. The more I drink, the more need.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Rider in the Storm
“My car broke down right as the storm started getting bad. Being out in the open, I didn’t think it safe to stay put. It was the worst storm I’d seen here in a long time, winds ripping through nearby trees. Across a field, I caught sight of a barn, dull and gray against the darkened sky. As the rain picked up, I started jogging between the rows of freshly planted vegetables. I was soaked by the time I made it to the massive double doors.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Letter from the Stone World
Day one: I woke up this morning lost and confused, in the middle of what I can only assume was once a city. I have no idea how long it’s been. Decades, centuries…millennia? Long enough for most man-made structures to begin to crumble. Trees tower high above where they long ago broke through the concrete and asphalt. I had to rip my way through vines and branches just to get myself moving. So far, I’m the only human to awaken. I can see them though. All the people who once thrived here, like statues frozen in time. Bodies and clothing captured in the exact moment of the phenomenon. It’s truly disconcerting. I didn’t have much on me when I awakened. This notepad, my wallet and keys, and a locket meant for you. None of it seems to have decomposed, so whatever affected me affected everything that was touching me at the time. I don’t know what to do. I barely know where I am, and it’s getting cold. I’ll have to get a fire going before long.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Elimination Game
“It’s finally over.” I think. My hands shaking involuntarily as the bloody knife falls from my grasp, the tip digging into the linoleum before clattering to the floor. I collapse to my knees, a mixture of relief and disgust washing over me. The shaking spreads out from my hands, engulfing my entire body. A laugh, sharp and crazed, rips its way from my chest. I run my hand through my hair, the blood matting my it to my scalp.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Horror