Jacob Sherman
Bio
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
Stories (130/0)
On Radio Silence
For some reason, there are three or four of you beautiful people out there in the world who consistently read the dribble that I post on this website. While I do not fully understand your choice to do so, I am, in truth, so damnably grateful for it. When I first decided to share my writing, I was certain that absolutely nobody would be interested, and I was delighted to be proven wrong by you couple of weirdos. Therefore, it does not sit well in my heart or mind that I have, recently, repaid your unsolicited and overwhelmingly emboldening kindness with total radio silence. Formally, I apologize.
By Jacob Sherman2 years ago in Journal
A House Beholden
The clamorous din of disaster assaulted Arne Adler's acute sense of hearing even through the water-like density of his dreaming. Like most residents of Wealdrake, he was commonly fast asleep at this accursedly dark and early hour, but his body, trained and prepared, propelled him from his bed to the front doorway of his home in an instant. He identified the monsters immediately by their low, guttural but distinctly avian shrieks.
By Jacob Sherman2 years ago in Fiction