Jamey O'Donnell
Bio
In the dead of night when the creatures are lurking about outside my window, you will find me brainstorming my ideas on the computer, trying to find the right opening, then seizing on it like Dr. Frankenstein, bringing paper and ink to life
Stories (32/0)
Bull 'O My Heart
Bull ‘O My Heart By Jamey O’Donnell Benny sat again under the big maple tree on top of the hill, overlooking the vast expanse of the Sunshine Ranch, just like he did everyday of his life. It was where he found his peace, which no man or bull could take away from him, as long as that is where he stayed.
By Jamey O'Donnell3 years ago in Filthy
Hot August Night
Hot August Night By
By Jamey O'Donnell3 years ago in The Swamp
Pick Your Poison
Pick Your Poison By
By Jamey O'Donnell3 years ago in Horror
The Importance of Being
The Importance of Being By
By Jamey O'Donnell3 years ago in Fiction
Dinner with Gertrude
There were not many people left in Johnstown after the asteroid hit in Montana, killing more than two thirds of the people almost immediately upon impact. The same was true in the rest of the state, along with America as a whole. We had been warned to some degree, but the warnings were sparse, and at times subliminal.
By Jamey O'Donnell3 years ago in Humans
Dinner with Gertrude
There were not many people left in Johnstown after the asteroid hit in Montana, killing more than two thirds of the people almost immediately upon impact. The same was true in the rest of the state, along with America as a whole. We had been warned to some degree, but the warnings were sparse, and at times subliminal.
By Jamey O'Donnell3 years ago in Criminal