DJ Robbins
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I write horror, fantasy, and more.
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Sadie Sunshine
Sadie Sunshine always had a smile on her face and she lived in the magic village of Emerald Springs. The houses changed their colors based on the holiday. On Valentine’s Day houses would change to blue, white, or red. On Easter the houses are robins’ egg blue or bright yellow. They would be red, white, and blue on the fourth of July. They turn orange and black for Halloween. On Christmas the houses would turn not only red or green, some of them become blue or white to look like frozen ice crystals. The sheen of a crystal blue or white house in the winter time looked so pretty that remembering them filled Sadie’s heart with joy.
By DJ Robbins8 days ago in Fiction
One Night
Rain pelted the window. Jessica Spring sighed. She heard a knock on the door. She answered and met the most gorgeous man she ever met in her life. He wore a white suit with a red shirt underneath. His white tie contrasted nicely with the vibrant red shirt.
By DJ Robbins17 days ago in Fiction
In the Dark
Icy blue eyes stared at me through the darkness. The fact that I could see these eyes so clearly in the darkness sent shockwaves up my eleven-year-old spine. I had just woken up from a rather intense nightmare, incidentally about some creep that was watching me at the foot of my bed. ‘’I can see you,’’ I whispered.
By DJ Robbins28 days ago in Fiction
The House
A punk with spiky blonde hair snuck into a child’s bedroom and stuck a broken broom handle in his forehead. The child’s body was found a couple of hours later by his father. That was twenty years ago. A mother and her two young daughters Emily and Julie, were currently living in that home now. The address was 323 Washington Street and it was known around town as the Murder House. Kids would tease each other and dare each other to ring the doorbell on Halloween night. No kids would ever take the bait. This would win them the pleasure of merciless hazing from their friends.
By DJ Robbinsabout a month ago in Horror
Why Vocal is Goated
Vocal is an extremely underrated writing platform. I love writing short fiction. Writing short fiction and the six hundred minimum word count for Vocal stories is a perfect platform to publish my short stories. I was not sure about Vocal at first but once I received my first payment from them, I was hooked. I was a bit annoyed at first because of the 35 dollars withdrawal minimum threshold. My biggest saving grace was top story bonuses. The bonuses were five dollars a pop. Seven Top Stories and I was ready to cash out. I withdrew my cash to stripe on December 22nd. I was hoping to have the money by Christmas but did not receive the money in my bank account until after the holidays. While I was annoyed not to get the money until after Christmas; I was able to start the New Year getting paid to write. It started my year off right.
By DJ Robbinsabout a month ago in Journal
The Hollywood Assassin
The crowd roared as The Crusher jumped off the steel cage and delivered a devastating double ax handle to the back of Jim Connors. The Crusher pinned Jim. The cage raises and out comes The Hollywood Assassin, C-Rob. He is stacked and handsome. He wore blue jeans, black boots, and a long black trench coat. He also wore dark sunglasses and a dark bandana. He gripped the microphone.
By DJ Robbinsabout a month ago in Fiction
Listen Up, Democrats
Taking their Liberal stance in Hollywood is not bravery: it’s safe. Everyone takes the Liberal position in Hollywood. Are we in trouble today? You’re damn right. The media has brain-washed the general populous into believing the other side is automatically wrong or evil. We vote due to our values and belief systems. That’s true. However, being a good person is not who you vote for; it’s about what you do one on one. Are you the type of person who helps a friend or coworker or neighbor in need? If so, this makes you a good person. Voting Democrat does not automatically make you a great person.
By DJ Robbinsabout a month ago in The Swamp
Magic on Whisper Street. Content Warning.
The moon leered out at the children as they walked. Which children you ask? It’s Jack and Amy Kramer age 11; they are fraternal twins. They walk with purpose. The objective is to get candy. They lived on Whisper Street and that was a very special street. Halloween magic existed here. Since they were highly imaginative children, they could easily access this magic.
By DJ Robbinsabout a month ago in Horror
Hops
The Easter Bunny hopped down the bunny trail. He went from house to house leaving an Easter basket and a stuffed toy at each home. He came to a house unlike the rest. A storm cloud hung over her house. She lived in a purple house and there were all kinds of moans coming from inside the house. They were no doubt the tormented sounds of ghosts dwelling inside. Hops, the Easter Bunny trembled as he looked up at the creepy house. He knew a witch lived there and he knew it was haunted.
By DJ Robbinsabout a month ago in Fiction
