KIM

Joined August 2021

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Troy Weight: Assassin of the Year
Even the dog felt Troy's excitement. He wagged his tail and stuck out his tongue. He didn't know what for; if his owner was happy, he was delighted. Troy looked at him, smiling ear to ear.
By KIM2 months ago in Fiction
Carnevil: The Devil's Freakshow
It had been the third time he had been late to work. His boss waited outside for him, told him not to come in, and gave him a check for three days' worth of work. Matthias wanted to argue and explain why he was late, but "the man" didn't want to hear it. So he took the check and walked to the nearest diner. The place was empty; dirt-stained walls and the smell of burnt coffee filled the area. The walls were covered with old pictures, hunting game, and a cross above the kitchen. Matthias sat at the counter, took out some change, and laid it next to him. A heavy woman caked in beauty products came over to him. She smelled of cheap hair spray. "What can I get for you, hun?" =
By KIM2 months ago in Horror
Jane's Secret
Daniel followed Jane into her room. He kissed her neck briefly and slowly tried to make his way down to her jeans. She enjoyed the love and affection but gently pried Daniel's hands off of her belt.
By KIMabout a year ago in Fiction
To Be or Not To Be...Fired
The smell of cedarwood flooded the room after the housekeeper cleaned it. It had to be ready for their arrival. As instructed, she attached a DVD player to the TV and left three DVDs for them to watch. Each had a name written on it, Evan, Mary, and William. On the desk next to the Tv, she placed a not folded in half with the words “READ ME” on it. On the two beds, she was told to only put one pillow on each. Lastly, as instructed, she let two men in black enter the room and strategically place hidden mics all over. Outside the room, the massive bodyguard smiled at the woman and held the door open as she pushed her cart out. The men followed behind her. Moments later, the first participant arrived.
By KIMabout a year ago in Fiction
Afterlife Tales
During my time studying Theology, we came across the topic of the afterlife. Here are a few stories I wrote based on that topic
By KIMabout a year ago in Fiction
American Weather
Captain Ambrose stopped his work to view the sunshine on the horizon of Earth. It was a magnificent sight. He took a deep breath to savor the moment. All of his hard work brought him here. Captain Ambrose walked over to the window to get a better view. The moment was interrupted by his phone ringing; he walked over to his desk to answer.
By KIMabout a year ago in Fiction
C O N F I D E N C E
The sun was already low when the two met. Each of them dug the other's grave/ The experienced killer dug his deep as the other realizes how shallow his grave was. They were going to fight on a hill with a pear tree. The men dug in silence. When they were done, both of them stood in between the graves marking the arena they would fight in.
By KIMabout a year ago in Fiction
God’s plan
- This story takes place two years after World War III “I have been carrying the body of my friend for days.” Joshua had wrapped his friend’s body in cloth and tied a rope around his feet, and had been dragging the body for days trying to return him to his hometown. He owed his friend a proper burial. Joshua’s legs were going numb. He hadn’t stopped moving for miles. He didn’t even feel the sweat running down his legs anymore. His white socks were stained brown with mud and dirt that he trudged through. Every couple of miles, Joshua would say, “I’ve been carrying the body of my friend for days,” and kept going. He had two hands on the rope which was over his shoulder. The rope was behind him connected to his friend’s body. He thought about looping it around his waist in place of a belt. But the belt loops on his pants were broken. His clothes were ripped, and his pants were torn. His stomach was so thin his ribs started to show, all of his strength was gone, and he barely had muscle to drag his friend. It was a miracle he had the strength to keep going. His body was small and dry from lack of food and water.
By KIMabout a year ago in Fiction