Kyle Greenwood
Bio
Creative writing enthusiast and aspiring novelist.
Professional athlete and entertainer.
Lover of dogs.
Stories (7/0)
Precious Cargo
Chapter 1. The rain drops bounced next to the homeless man curled underneath a sleeping bag of filth. Bryan stepped over the wine-o and headed down a back alley towards the iron door, it smelled of coffee, piss and an ocean breeze. One knock pause two fast knocks. Bryan recalled the familiar pattern for a nanosecond before being violently yanked through the open door.
By Kyle Greenwood8 months ago in Fiction
Double Fantasy
Bo’s fight or flight instinct kicked in and he punched the cop square in the face. The oversized paddy let out an ‘Oof’ and his legs crumbled while Bo leaped over the turnstile. Sprinting past bewildered tourists and conditioned locals, Bo rushed deep into the midtown subway station scanning frantically for the red line.
By Kyle Greenwoodabout a year ago in Fiction
Growing up fast
This was the first day in almost two weeks that he had woken up before noon. It was 9:17 am and Nicky Davenport was shocked at just how wide awake he was. Normally he would protest the call to arms, but something compelled him to climb out of bed besides the growing urge to urinate. He tossed the down quilted comforter off himself and used momentum to swing his legs first up and then forward in a rocking motion to a standing position. He shuffled out of his bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Monkey the tan chihuahua that had nested between his legs all night looked annoyed at the sudden exposure. The small dog yawned, stood up and shook itself causing its nametag to jingle and jangle against its collar, hopped down and followed his friend down the hallway.
By Kyle Greenwood3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Fishing
A splash of cold water hit Oliver’s hand as he continued to paddle. The cool sensation jolted him from a space of serene displacement. Away from any sort of paying attention. All his life his mind couldn’t help but wander like a toddler learning to walk. Tumbling forwards, backwards and sideways with a sense of bewilderment and curiosity. As the sound of reeds and cattails scratched the underside of his canoe, he pulled his paddle from the water laying it across his lap, letting the boat glide across the glassy lake. He stared ahead into the darkness of Deer Lake as the ripple from his canoe spread outwards disturbing the clear reflection of the night sky above.
By Kyle Greenwood3 years ago in Fiction