The Fictional Works of Jordan C. Larsen

Rose sat on the edge of her bed, her head buried in her hands. Her phone sat next to her, ringing.  Why is he calling, again?  she tho...

Marcus sat in the living room sipping his morning coffee. The voice of a newscaster droned on in the background, but Marcus just ignored it...

Flavia walked from the bedroom into the common area of the house to find Cassius standing on a chair so that he could reach the lintel of t...

Excerpts from the journal of Jeffery M. Brown October 29 Dr. Ramirez called today about the results of my cholesterol tests. It turns...

Argus sat on the tree branch, waiting. The waiting was the hardest part of the hunt. Sharpening your weapons, reinforcing your cords, that ...

Fernando poured a cup of coffee and passed it to Britta. She accepted the cup happily and breathed in the aroma. It was a cold, winter morn...

Angie stared out of her bedroom window. From her vantage point, she could see into her neighbor’s backyard, the same backyard where she and...