Jess Washington
Bio
Hi! My name is Jess, my pronouns are she/they/he, and I enjoy writing and reading in my free time! I typically write about already-established universes and characters, but I am slowly getting back into writing about my own characters.
Stories (5/0)
As the Sun Rises
"Miguel, I want to go home." I clutch the camcorder in my hands as we near the ranch. I cling to it like a lifeline as I attempt to keep myself afloat despite the storm raging within me. My heart is thrumming in my ears, and the world seems all too bright in the face of the morning sun. My tears are too much, falling like fat droplets of shame down my cheeks.
By Jess Washington3 years ago in Fiction
Little Weeds
"Melissa, c'mon!" "'S time ta see Mama." Melissa dawdled out by Momma’s beat up Jeep Grand Cherokee. She held the passenger-side mirror and swung back and forth around it with her right hand and twisted her torso right to left, not caring much for what Momma was attempting to have her do. She wanted to close her eyes and imagine she was back in the house, away from the muggy Mississippi heat and sipping at a cold apple juice box. As a 6-year-old, she didn't have the words to express how she felt, but she grew to loathe the cemetery that Granny had been buried in. She and Momma never saw any other people there. It was lonely, likely abandoned. There were weeds popping up around every headstone, growing in like green halos around the darkly-stained slabs. The sun slanted in reluctantly through the leaves clinging to the tall trees. As the leaves swayed with the wind, the little patches of light morphed and swelled on the ground. She'd long stopped trying to chase the outlines with her eyes.
By Jess Washington3 years ago in Fiction
Running
There’s water. So much water that it stretches on to the purple-red horizon and keeps me from seeing anything beyond it. The constant crash of the waves hurrying to meet the pitch black sand of the beach fills my ears. When I look down, the sand has soaked up the waves and begun to sparkle. There are stars dancing like little specks of light within the miniscule grains. It resembles the sky above on a dark, peaceful night.
By Jess Washington3 years ago in Fiction
Curiosity
“Don’t touch the box on the counter.” That was Marrian’s motto, from the moment the tawny little cube had arrived. There was no address label on any of the six sides of the box, so no one knew where it had come from or how it had ended up at the house. His regular postwoman even claimed that she didn’t drop it off. It simply… appeared. On the front steps of the house, as though it had been materialized there out of thin air
By Jess Washington3 years ago in Fiction
Aran
Aran lies in bed, eyes focused on the ceiling. His phone sat on the nightstand to his right. The screen lights up, and he can see the flash of light out of the corner of his vision. He doesn’t move to check whatever messages he’s received. Sadly, he knows what most of them will say. Messages from earlier in the night flash in his might, and he attempts to push them out quickly.
By Jess Washington3 years ago in Pride
