The Architect Of The Timelines
Welcome to my horrorverse! The lifelines on the pages that listen to the strokes of the ink pen brings visions to life that walks and lives its purpose through generations for time to enjoy. My name is Jennifer P. Tuck. I am a wife and mother. I have two children. I am an author, Podcast Creator, and Host of my show called The Universe's Crypt of Silence on Spotify.
About The Universe's Engraved Timelines
I was raised in Washington D.C. I reside in Warner Robins, GA. At a young age in my maiden name, Jennifer C. Parker or Jennifer Parker, writing on the pages streets of dead lines opened the opportunity for my publishing journey to begin. I saw reality's reflection as more than a parallel cryptic art in society. While writing about horror's ghosts, I lived in dead sight to reveal their screams to the open graves pages of time. The writings inside the war of words spawned strange sight between their monsters and macabre. The horrors romance is the poetic nightmare from beyond the blood on the minds and time's walls. The ink's possession traveled to the darkness of creating book series. In the dead dots connections before the pages are silenced with a twist, it altered the perspective of the timeline with this question. In the paranormal's mad, is reality dark or is it your vision?
I saw my mind as a canvas that sketched abstract perspectives onto the lines of time. I provoked stanza's to see that its abstract rose is an empowerment. Writing is its own language. Its universe translates things that rhymes think in rhythm and blues about in a society that lives beyond sight. Although the night is its disembodied feelings, the days are the pages of its hauntingly beautiful truth. The ink is time. The mind is its sculpture. It gives reality an alternate dimension that is deeper than its masterpiece's twist.
I was haunted by my sight and mind. I saw the beauty between the time traveled lines of time's horror and reality's connection to its mind. I believe that the real hauntings are inside the letters universes that its words tell its darkest screams about on the bones of its chilling reality of the pages. Beyond the book cover's mirror projection is the ghost of the mind. It tells your story for its reality to see the galaxies of its unidentified. The lines are not dead. Existence is the pulse of the book's sight. The voice of its mind is the engraved timelines.