N.J. Karp

Joined June 2022

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Bio

I write to explore. I write for pleasure. I write for the love of it. I am happy to share stories, poetry, and thoughts with other readers. I am working on publishing children's stories but I love to read mystery, romance, and fantasy.

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La Violetta
The soft pat of small black penny loafers against wet pavement echo along the Avenue. The full moon reflected in the puddles seems appropriate considering the chaos Violet left in her wake. The chaos was not of her doing, of course, she is used to personifying the welcome calm and logic to others as they begin to grieve their dearly departed. Or in tonight's case three. It had to be a full moon, Violet considers, although she is typically not the superstitious type, as a mortician, it is foolish not to pay attention to all possibilities. Sometimes logic must take a back seat.
By N.J. Karp2 months ago in Fiction
What Treasure Can Buy
It has been a moment since I have posted, but life is busy. Please enjoy this spooky read. In the vast azure waters, off the coast of Morocco, Arturo steers the yacht due west, just past the Canary Islands. This time of year, the islands host fewer tourists because the Atlantic becomes more temperamental and the weather cooler. The recent earthquake off the southernmost island and the threat of tsunamis certainly did the trick of keeping people away. His wife, Sarah, decided that it was the perfect opportunity to be the first to find the lost pirate ship of the notorious Spanish pirate, Angel Garcia. She has no competition on this expedition for the long-lost royal treasures of the first Christian Kings of Spain. That is what’s at stake and from an investor’s perspective, Arturo likes his odds.
By N.J. Karp7 months ago in Horror
Daydream
Dalilah is a bright and eager child, who lives in a palace of sapphires and iron. Idly she roams the rows and rows of books, unable to still the chaos within her.
By N.J. Karp11 months ago in Poets
Ultimate Betrayal
They stand in the hallway as she stares at him stunned like she was the one to be betrayed, before composing herself and slowly walking through the threshold. Fionn contains his laughter long enough to follow behind her, gently placing his keys on the entrance table. He makes sure to leave the door unlocked, for a faster getaway, whether it would be him or Sera to bolt first, it was hard to tell.
By N.J. Karp11 months ago in Fiction
Lucky You, Lucky Me
Dear Reader, This is a short story I wrote for a Writer's Block Challenge. The style and subject matter were not my forte and the timeframe and word count was tight, but I love being able to step outside my comfort zone in writing. It is the only way to grow and I am happy to share it with you.
By N.J. Karp12 months ago in Fiction
Something in the Water
My favourite place in the world to be is by the water. The salt air of the ocean is a dream I rarely have the opportunity to visit.
By N.J. Karp12 months ago in Poets
Dear Fantasy
Dear Fantasy, You interrupt the rhythm of my day once more. My hot tea has gone cold from neglect of your doing. The mundane floats about me as if Wonderland has been unleashed. But I am no Alice, and you are not my Hatter.
By N.J. Karpabout a year ago in Poets
Plans on Plans on Waffles
If you came here for a really awesome recipe for waffles, I apologize... there are no waffles. I tend to explain things via favourite quotes or anecdotes, and if this doesn't describe the stage I currently find myself in, then I don't know what does.
By N.J. Karpabout a year ago in Motivation
It Wasn't Us
There were two old dogs in the sitting room. They both looked up when they heard a boom! Out ran two sets of feet, scurrying away for the heat.
By N.J. Karpabout a year ago in Poets
Where for art thou, Mother
My greatest crime, I am a bore according to my children, one, two, three, and four. So I hide in my shower, hoping for at least an hour.
By N.J. Karpabout a year ago in Poets
At This Time
There are more alone, As seeds of division grow. But the tech is cool.
By N.J. Karpabout a year ago in Poets
The Silent Accomplice
If walls could talk, what would they say? I would imagine some might tell you about a lover’s spat they witnessed that went on for hours, resulting in a young woman crying, and a very disheveled man running out the door like the house was on fire.
By N.J. Karpabout a year ago in Fiction

N.J. Karp

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La Violetta

What Treasure Can Buy

Daydream

Ultimate Betrayal

Lucky You, Lucky Me

Something in the Water

Dear Fantasy

Plans on Plans on Waffles

It Wasn't Us

Where for art thou, Mother

At This Time

The Silent Accomplice

Stories (25/0)