Family man, grandfather, retired soldier and story teller with an edge.
Ask me in December when the frost sparkles in the branches and the sidewalks are treacherous with blackened ice. Ask me at the end and not in the beginning or the middle this tale. Have patience, dear hearts, give young Janie and Rich a fair chance together before asking will they, or won't they?
By John Coxa day ago in Fiction
The day I saw the light leave your eyes, something snapped within me. Something elemental and numbing. As if my environment flattened to black and white.
By John Cox12 days ago in Fiction
It's easier to kill a man if you can't see his face. I could have joined an artillery unit and fired at coordinates instead of soldiers. Many men I have served with have said so again and again. 'You'll get yourself and us killed out here,' they say, 'join the artillery, shoot and scoot.'
By John Cox16 days ago in Fiction
Every heavenly body in the galaxy, every sparkling star Carries within a tiny reflection Lit by a vision of you, In the moonlight on a cloudless night
By John Cox21 days ago in Poets
“You are a priest forever," Darrell's voice boomed, his voice echoing in the cell, the big man's eyes wet with tears. Father Tom nodded his head silently, before whispering, "We'll see."
By John Cox21 days ago in Chapters
Everybody is talking about it. Morning shows on TV. Talk radio. Tik Tok, Facebook, Instagram, X. It's everywhere. But hardly any of them know what they're squawking about.
By John Cox23 days ago in Chapters
As my Auntie warned, the Soul Eater was a problem. After Mother helped Father escape the only living thing remaining in My hall was me. And in full-blown Flesh Witch mode, she was seriously hungry. But even a one-trick pony like me could take care of a bloated brute like her.
By John Cox24 days ago in Chapters
"Come then, Father! Swear it to me on Styx' ineluctable waters. With one hand grasp your deadly bident, with the other take hold of your sharp spear, so that all the gods who yet remain above or those who dwell with us far below may be witnesses to our pact."
By John Cox25 days ago in Chapters
I felt the temperature change in the air before I heard the knock. Death had finally come to my door. My Father was every bit as desperate as I had imagined.
By John Cox27 days ago in Chapters
What happened after Mother visited was both unexpected and strangely liberating. My bail was posted, not by Father - no surprises there - but by an anonymous donor.
By John Cox28 days ago in Chapters
My plan was slow in evolving, but with the discovery of newfound ability to conjure a pathway to the other world, my spirit began to wander to unfamiliar lands and peoples in the night, always searching for clues to David’s disappearance. Unfortunately, it has not been easy. The ancient thrones and dominions in this dark world do not readily vouchsafe passage through their realms. For that I will need to enlist a power greater than my own.
By John Coxabout a month ago in Chapters
Some nights I awaken with my arms tightly embracing my body, the taste of your remembered kisses still fresh upon my lips, the silkiness of your remembered caresses returning in the aftermath of the dream. Unable to sleep, the memory’s potency revives the cruel ache of renewed longing. Do you yet live, my love? Do you still hunger for me as I do for you?