Jack O : Writing

Why?

Why?

A Story by Jack O


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Discourse with another.

Discourse with another.

A Poem by Jack O


A short poem about meeting new and interesting people.
Do the dead turn in slumber?

Do the dead turn in slumber?

A Poem by Jack O


I am of the dead. I see the stony passers. I eat of them. I see the needy and I take them down in huge mouthfuls. What care I for..
Not sure yet

Not sure yet

A Story by Jack O


Not sure yet. Wrote this in reply to Ginny's poem. Meh
What do the dead wish?

What do the dead wish?

A Story by Jack O


What do the undead really wish? Or A Zombie’s true intent? -- (I love you so much I have to eat you?) The undead girl looked a..
My friend

My friend

A Poem by Jack O


The mortar is dried and I smile as I sip my glass of Amantillado. I look at the dried bricks and smile very soft. So sorry, Fortunato. ..
You know I am Dark?

You know I am Dark?

A Poem by Jack O


I reply to him by looking in the mirror.I see his vain face looking at my a*s and sizing me up and down. Fool I think as I stare into my own eyes. You..
Katie and the Dobermans

Katie and the Dobermans

A Story by Jack O


Story about kids and dogs
Wings of Freedom

Wings of Freedom

A Poem by Jack O


A Parallel.
Corvette

Corvette

A Story by Jack O


It is about a black corvette.

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