Jarrett Smith

Joined August 2023

16 stories

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A former teacher and coach turned stay-at-home dad and writer. As a full time dad, he gets to explore the world a little more through the stories he writes.

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Thanks
Annika pushed the dried turkey around her plate, avoiding everyone else’s gaze. Of course, that felt typical for Thanksgiving.
By Jarrett Smith4 months ago in Fiction
The Chosen
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Although the prophecy had warned them about the river, it had failed to mention the Queen’s disappearance.
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It was a strange requirement to stay at Allison’s house, but she needed a cheap place to stay for the conference, and it felt like an excellent way to catch up with her old friend.
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
A Haunted House
A Haunted House by Jarrett Smith “There’s no way we are going to find them,” Marla said. She tried turning the decrepit doorknob. However, the faded brass knob didn’t budge.
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
The House Guest: Part 3
Before digging into Part 3 of The House Guest, make sure you've read Part 1 and Part 2. The House Guest: Part 3 Two uneventful weeks went by.
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
The House Guest: Part 2
This is the continuation of my horror short story about a house guest. Make sure you check out Part 1. The House Guest: Part 2
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
The House Guest: Part 1
“Well, what the hell do you think I am?” The crotchety old man said as he shuffled his feet into the guest bedroom. “I think you are tired, Grandpa,” Kevin said as he tried to lead his grandfather toward the room, but the old man didn’t want anyone to touch him. He was slow and easily distracted. “I just want to get you set up so you’ll be comfortable.”
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Nighty, Night, Sweet Prince
Graham took a focused breath to steady his nerves. Recently, he saw an active shooter situation at his school, yet the challenge before him felt worse.
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlight Ride. Content Warning.
“I swear, Franny,” Tim groused, his hands in the air. “I didn’t do anything.” She glared at him. He could feel the hatred spewing out. He hated it when anger turned towards him.
By Jarrett Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Father Figure
His dad lay lifeless on the ground as the rain continued. It didn’t feel cleansing for Chad, quite the opposite. The neon lights crisscrossed across his father’s upper body. Chad had only seen him in his super suit a handful of times. His father looked so peaceful lying there. None of the anxiety or stress on his face anymore.
By Jarrett Smith2 years ago in Fiction
#Goals
His arms burned, but he couldn’t stop. Not this close to his goal. His palm pushed into the rough carpet. He willed his arms to lift his body. Sweat ran from the back of his head to the ground.
By Jarrett Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Battery Life
The sun crept over the horizon, but no one waiting in line seemed to notice, yet everyone saw the movement inside the Life Store as the employees readied to sell the just-launched Life Phone Unlimited.
By Jarrett Smith2 years ago in Fiction

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Thanks

The Chosen

Whispers

A Haunted House

The House Guest: Part 3

The House Guest: Part 2

The House Guest: Part 1

Nighty, Night, Sweet Prince

Moonlight Ride. Content Warning.

Father Figure

#Goals

Battery Life

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