wilson jackson
Bio
Winner of International Writers Inspiring Change MOST INSPIRING AUTHOR AWARD. Song Writer and blogger. wiljack26.wordpress.com Short film DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME on YouTube.
Stories (5/0)
REVEREND, I WANT YOU TO PRAY
Shirley Mae Anderson a devoted church member. The widow of four adult children and grandchildren. You could count on one hand how many times she missed church service. Hopewell Baptist her place of worship and the proprietor the Reverend Woodrow L. Price. He gave inspirational sermons that brought his congregation out of their seats: clapping, dancing in the aisle, and singing with the church choir.
By wilson jackson3 years ago in Fiction
A Race with Mortality
A RACE WITH MORTALITY by Wilson Jackson At the sound of the gun, Robert Young was off and running. The two-time Olympic gold medalist track and field star had turned professional at the age of 25. He joked with friends, saying why run for fun when you can dash for cash? His professional career so far had been very profitable—going undefeated and leaving every opponent in his dust. All except one. His current opponent looked strange, and Robert almost laughed when he saw the man at the starting line getting ready, placing his feet inside the starting blocks. He was old, and not just any kind of old, relic. Hair white as snow, face withered, body long and muscular but stringy, the man kept pace with him.
By wilson jackson4 years ago in Horror
Black Medusa
A cold, moonless night with a slight drizzle of rain set the tone for bad things to come. The big black Escalade roared down the long, black, serpentine I-77 highway toward Sugar Creek road where a neighborhood hole-in-the-wall, rump-shaking club lived. The destination: the Viper lounge, where men went to get their drink on and find female companionship. It wasn't a rump-shaking club, but what went on in the private rooms stayed in the private rooms. A little after midnight and they were making good time since the interstate wasn't busy.
By wilson jackson5 years ago in Criminal
Token Black
Two AM Sunday morning, but the usual after midnight crowd at Mitch's bar on Central Avenue didn't stick around on the account that it was the Lord's day. Owned by a man with the same name, Mitch Blake, a former actor who was once a pretty boy in Hollywood, became an aging pretty boy as his star began to diminish, so he left tinsel town to come back home and use his money to open a bar.
By wilson jackson5 years ago in Criminal
