Author Profiles: K.R. Jordan

Author K.R. Jordan Genre: Young Adult Horror About the Author: K.R. Jordan grew up on the Gulf Coast of Texas and spent her youth in, on or near the water. Her writing is introspective and descriptive with a bit of magical realism and mythology.
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Genre: Young Adult Horror
About the Author: K.R. Jordan grew up on the Gulf Coast of Texas and spent her youth in, on or near the water. Her writing is introspective and descriptive with a bit of magical realism and mythology. See K.R. Jordan’s List of Books page!

 

 

 

The Blind Alley: Balling up his fist, the small dreadlocked doorman let out a hyena-like whoop, a glint of blue light sparking in his eyes. The small man snatched Bobby’s hand, smacking the top of it. Before he could complain, he saw that Paco and the other boys were staring at him so he schooled his face. Looking down at his hand, he saw a bright blue stamp of an eagle’s head. Leading them into the shadowy atrium, the midget opened one of the “Employees Only” doors. "Don feed di animals, boys! They be bitin' ya bak!" he screeched and cackled as he let them pass. Bobby tried to take a second look at the doorman's eyes, but Paco pulled him away. Not before Bobby noticed that the doorman had already disappeared into the gloominess of the atrium however. Paco kept close by his side as they walked into the previously hidden club, but the other boys dissolved into the crowd, gyrating and pulsating to the infectious dub beat of Pendulum's hit song, Slam. Leading the way, Paco pushed through the crowd, stopping near the bar. "I'll get us a drink, Bobby." he yelled over the noise. "No, Paco, none for me." Bobby wasn’t interested in alcohol or even drugs for that matter. Not because his parents didn’t want him to, or because it was wrong. He just thought it tasted like dog crap and only dumbasses did drugs. "Believe me, you'll like this stuff." Paco urged as he walked back toward him. The sober-faced bartender immediately followed him over to where they were standing. He had two blue long-necked bottles in his hands. They were the shape of his dad's beer bottles. As he handed them the bottles, the elderly bartender bent over and mumbled something into Paco’s ear that sounded a lot like “master”. Or maybe he said “mister”. Either way, the bartender moved away grinning toothsomely. Bobby looked down at the bottle, really not wanting to drink it, but he was in stupid Monclava and it was Dia de los Muertos and if he didn't his new friends would think he was a dork. Most of all, he wanted...no needed to fit in with these guys. He wrapped his hand around the bottle even though he didn’t want to drink it. Everything he'd done tonight was contrary to his normal behavior. He tipped the blue long-necked bottle toward his mouth, the silky liquid slid down his throat, cooling and instantly pacifying his nerves. "You know what? This is great, Paco!" The liquid was bubbly and sweet, instantly calming him. They both tipped their bottles again and swallowed the drinks down in seconds. The bartender appeared instantly with two more bottles. "Come on Bobby, let's have some fun!" Paco grabbed a pretty blonde girl's waistband and pulled her to the dance floor as she giggled up at him. He looked back over toward Bobby, winking an eye that sparked with blue light. That was weird. The midget’s eyes sparked the same way. Bobby blinked, rubbing his eyes to clear them. When he looked again, Paco’s smile was full of sharp teeth. His mouth was so full they protruded from his mouth in a ghastly rack. --Excerpt from The Blind Alley by K.R. Jordan, all rights reserved.
The Blind Alley:
Balling up his fist, the small dreadlocked doorman let out a hyena-like whoop, a glint of blue light sparking in his eyes.
The small man snatched Bobby’s hand, smacking the top of it. Before he could complain, he saw that Paco and the other boys were staring at him so he schooled his face. Looking down at his hand, he saw a bright blue stamp of an eagle’s head.
Leading them into the shadowy atrium, the midget opened one of the “Employees Only” doors.
“Don feed di animals, boys! They be bitin’ ya bak!” he screeched and cackled as he let them pass. Bobby tried to take a second look at the doorman’s eyes, but Paco pulled him away. Not before Bobby noticed that the doorman had already disappeared into the gloominess of the atrium however.
Paco kept close by his side as they walked into the previously hidden club, but the other boys dissolved into the crowd, gyrating and pulsating to the infectious dub beat of Pendulum’s hit song, Slam.
Leading the way, Paco pushed through the crowd, stopping near the bar. “I’ll get us a drink, Bobby.” he yelled over the noise.
“No, Paco, none for me.” Bobby wasn’t interested in alcohol or even drugs for that matter. Not because his parents didn’t want him to, or because it was wrong. He just thought it tasted like dog crap and only dumbasses did drugs.
“Believe me, you’ll like this stuff.” Paco urged as he walked back toward him. The sober-faced bartender immediately followed him over to where they were standing. He had two blue long-necked bottles in his hands. They were the shape of his dad’s beer bottles.
As he handed them the bottles, the elderly bartender bent over and mumbled something into Paco’s ear that sounded a lot like “master”. Or maybe he said “mister”. Either way, the bartender moved away grinning toothsomely.
Bobby looked down at the bottle, really not wanting to drink it, but he was in stupid Monclava and it was Dia de los Muertos and if he didn’t his new friends would think he was a dork.
Most of all, he wanted…no needed to fit in with these guys. He wrapped his hand around the bottle even though he didn’t want to drink it. Everything he’d done tonight was contrary to his normal behavior.
He tipped the blue long-necked bottle toward his mouth, the silky liquid slid down his throat, cooling and instantly pacifying his nerves. “You know what? This is great, Paco!”
The liquid was bubbly and sweet, instantly calming him.
They both tipped their bottles again and swallowed the drinks down in seconds. The bartender appeared instantly with two more bottles.
“Come on Bobby, let’s have some fun!” Paco grabbed a pretty blonde girl’s waistband and pulled her to the dance floor as she giggled up at him. He looked back over toward Bobby, winking an eye that sparked with blue light.
That was weird. The midget’s eyes sparked the same way.
Bobby blinked, rubbing his eyes to clear them. When he looked again, Paco’s smile was full of sharp teeth. His mouth was so full they protruded from his mouth in a ghastly rack. –Excerpt from The Blind Alley by K.R. Jordan, all rights reserved.

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