JL Anderson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

Stories (34)

34 Stories

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“Perfect” by JL Anderson

Josh pats his pocket for the eight hundred and seventy-ninth time since leaving his car in the parking garage, making sure that the velvety ring box is still safe inside. His heart hammers in his chest and sweat trickles down the back of his neck under his button-down shirt as he approaches the Cheesecake Factory from one of Easton’s fountain plazas. He can’t think of a more romantic place to propose to Hannah than in the restaurant where their relationship began sixteen months ago. Of course, they’ve had many better dates since that fateful...

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“New Life” by JL Anderson

Fangs and scales flash in the light. Swords and screams slice stale cavern air beneath a glowing rocky ceiling. Tentacles whip towards Rhogar from an angry stalagmite with a gaping mouth. He jerks his scaly arm out of the tentacles’ reach. His greataxe slams down, severing them. Even as they disintegrate in the dirt, the stalagmite is sprouting new ones. “That’ll be enough of that!” Darrak bellows. His warhammer...

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“No Going Back” by JL Anderson

A pleasant, salt-tinged breeze stirs Naida’s high ponytail as she runs along the boardwalk. Music, chatter, and the scent of fried food waft through the air from the direction of the Saturday craft fair, which is up ahead of Naida on the left. Golden sunlight bathes the world in a warm glow, but the breeze keeps her from overheating; it’s a beautiful day for running. As she gets closer, some children chase each other ar...

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“Snakes” by JL Anderson

Although the prisons of Thradnyss are tucked safely underground, Prince Narkykos has authorized a more imaginative location for interrogations of prisoners: an enclosure made of vines woven between three baobab trees, high above the ground. Soundproofing spells keep the enclosure safe from eavesdroppers, but many gaps between the vines allow a dizzying view to the streets below. Three humanoids sit at the center of the ...

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“Sanguine” by JL Anderson

When Rika agreed to be Commander Anselm’s personal assistant, in addition to the head of electronic security and communications at the World Alliance for Supernatural Protection–or WASP, as it’s more commonly known–she had no way of knowing that babysitting an orphaned assassin-in-training would become part of her job duties. However, that is exactly what has been eating up more and more of Rika’s time for the ...

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“The Flame Guard” by JL Anderson

Zaria Plamenov has never been afraid of the dark. Tonight is no different, despite the unnatural quiet of the Flame-Safe, where the only light is that of the Flame itself. Besides the eternal crackling of the Ravenmoor Flame, she can hear her own heart beating in her ears and her soft, controlled breaths. Her shoes make whispers on the stone floor as she patrols with measured steps, circling the Flame suspended in its g...

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“Found Out” by JL Anderson

Vladislak bolts upright in bed, moved to action by the sound of heart-wrenching sobs. For a moment he wonders if he dreamed them, but no–the sobs are still audible despite the snores of Rhogar and Darrak in their adjoining rooms. The half-elf gets out of bed and throws on a tunic, breeches, and boots, rushing as the sobs carry on, hiccupy and feminine. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it was coming from Naivara’s ro...

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“Prejudice” by JL Anderson

Glowing with candlelight, The River Oyster bustles with wealthy and important citizens of Thradnyss enjoying a fine dining experience. Cutlery clinks on china plates and myriad conversations blend together into comforting background noise, dampened by the sumptuous cushions and furnishings within. The entire restaurant thrums with prosperity and good feelings - except for one private dining room on the west side.

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“In Exchange” by JL Anderson

Phenex lounges on his throne of skulls, basking in the heat of the fiery lake nearby, when he hears the unmistakable shrieking whine of his fax machine. “What in the nine hells?” he mutters. “Who faxes anymore? It’s 2023. Surely the humans have thought of more sophisticated ways to ask to make a deal…” But no, it seems as he examines the fax machine’s output: Some mortal named Zorander Stone has buried a...

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“Last Shot” by JL Anderson

“I can’t do it anymore, Leonard!” Rosalee sighs, dropping into her favorite rocking chair with her head in her hands. “Full moon’s comin’. You know it as well as I do. An’ I know you’ll go runnin’ into the woods for a huntin’ trip before night falls, and you say I’ll be perfectly safe–” “You’ll be as safe as I can keep you. I promise,” Leonard assures her, coming to crouch next to her chair. He takes on...

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“Framed” by JL Anderson

The old Mithwraite house looms over a thistle-choked yard and crumbling stone path leading from the sidewalk to the steps of the wraparound porch. Down the street, Darren can hear the distorted music of the county fair’s carnival rides and the screeching laughter of children, having the time of their lives under tonight’s full moon. A shiver runs down his spine as he looks up at the Victorian tower and ornate gabled roo...

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“Cookie” by JL Anderson

A grin lights up Gina’s face as she sees her best friend’s battered red Jeep come around the corner at the end of the street. She picks up her backpack and steps out of her ground floor apartment, locking the door behind her. “Saraaaaaaa!” she squeals, rushing down the sidewalk to meet the Jeep. “It’s so good to see you! I can’t believe you’re still driving old Diablo around! Thank you so much for coming and pic...

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“Malibu” by JL Anderson

Rain batters my windshield, making it nearly impossible to see as I ease my car down what I hope is the narrow lane leading home. Even if this road had edge lines, I couldn’t see them in the dark with all this rain. My knuckles are white as I clutch the steering wheel of Dad’s Chevy Malibu, hoping that his trust in me is not misplaced and that getting my driver’s license wasn’t a fluke. It WOULD storm like this th...

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“For Both of Us” by JL Anderson

The fire on the hearth crackles and flickers, casting a warm glow around Ingemar’s sick chamber. He sits in a well-cushioned rocking chair in front of the fireplace, grateful for its warmth on this cold winter night. Although his windows are shuttered and barred against the bitter chills outside, drafts still pierce through his nightclothes wherever furs don’t cover him. His bony hands tremble as he pulls the furs tight...

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“Shriek” by JL Anderson

A bestial howl sends shivers and murmured prayers through the villagers gathered in Kervan’s stone chapel, kneeling between wooden pews in the flickering light of hundreds of candelabras. Cold stars, unaided by even a sliver of moon, give scant pinpricks of light to the darkness of the village outside the chapel, where two strong men struggle with a thrashing and shrieking boy. “Come on, now. No use struggling,”...

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