Kevin Barkman
Bio
Somehow, my most popular story is smut. I don't usually write smut. I did it once, and look what happened. Ugh.
Anyway, Hope you enjoy my work. I do pour my heart, soul, sweat and tears into it.
PS: Please read more than my smut story.I beg
Stories (58/0)
World in Tatters Ch 36
I sit across from my mother, impatiently waiting for her to give me one reason not to walk out of the tent never to see her again. My body is getting as restless as my mind. I feel my foot start to bounce against the dirt. I focus on my fingers, picking at my nails. For some reason, it’s helping me hold myself together.
By Kevin Barkman3 days ago in Fiction
World In Tatters Ch. 35
After Kiera and I finish our meal, I opt to head back to the hospital to see if I can lend a hand. Kiera stays with the relief station to help them feed the crowds. I spend the next several hours washing blood out of bandages and rags. By the time the sun starts going down, a new group of volunteers come in to trade off with us.
By Kevin Barkman9 days ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 34
We ride through the night and morning. We’re exhausted. The soldiers are exhausted. I’m sure Richard’s exhausted too, not that he’d show it. I ride toward the front of the caravan near Richard and Kiera. Unlike everyone else, Richard sits straight up on his horse, jaw set, intense eyes locked on the horizon.
By Kevin Barkman19 days ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 33
Hours pass on the road while Jason avoids being anywhere near me. I think he’s either afraid I’ll start probing again, or mad at me for keeping secrets. But he rides well ahead of us, keeping pace with Richard and Kiera at the front of the caravan. Although, he seems to be avoiding them too.
By Kevin Barkman26 days ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 32
The sound of the carriage rocking helps me to focus. Jason kept all this from me for five years. Why would he? It doesn’t make sense. Clearly there is more to the story. I mean…my mother is alive. All this time. All these years, and she’s been alive. How much did Jason know?
By Kevin Barkmanabout a month ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch 31
Richard and I silently walk back to camp, my head swirling with thoughts of my mother. Alice rushes me as soon as she sees me. She tries to pull me aside, but I brush her off. I cross the camp to the rest of my crew. Jason sees my pensive expression and nods to me. He has always had a knack for reading me. Knowing when to press me for answers and when to leave well enough alone. Rachel on the other hand knows, but always asks anyway. Luckily, she and Chris seem to be getting some well-deserved shut eye.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a month ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 29
My four companions and I jump up, shocked by the sudden violence. The smell of blood fills the air as the crimson fluid sprays from Luther’s rent throat. The bodyguard holds Luther’s head back and watches, chuckling while his victim dies choking on and gargling his own blood.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 28
If looks could kill, Jonathan Luther would be a corpse by now. Chris rushes across the room, muscles tensed. He may not be very large or outwardly muscular, but with the look in his eye, I would not want to be the target of his rage. Luther barely seems to register the boy coming at him. There’s no recognition for the wretch he sold into slavery a year ago.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 27
Rachel and I make it out again without incident. As we pass through the gate of the posh neighborhood, I briefly lock eyes with the female guard who accosted me earlier today. I give her a little smirk as she rolls her eyes and turns away from me.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 26
Once we get inside the carriage house, we climb a ladder up into the tool loft and take position by the window. The window isn’t big enough for both of us to stand watch together, so we take turns. Rachel takes the first shift while I pull over a couple of boxes to sit on.
By Kevin Barkman2 months ago in Fiction