Brittany Jung

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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“Tears in the Darkness” by Brittany Jung

Submitted to Contest #279

Huddled in the corner of a dank, stone cell, the young girl's shoulders quivered as sobs wracked her slight frame. The coarse fabric of her tattered dress clung to her skin, stained with the crimson that still trickled from a gash on her temple. Each breath was a struggle against despair, every exhale a whisper of dust from the floor beneath her. The heavy footfalls outside her prison grew louder before coming to an abrupt stop at her door. There was a pause, the soft clinking of metal, and then the screech of a small slot opening at the bas...

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“Colors of Despair” by Brittany Jung

Submitted to Contest #239

Note: This story talks of deathAshes. Ashes. Ashes. Skin turned gray, sky turned gray.Ashes. Ashes. Ashes. There was no light. There was only light.Ashes. Ashes. Ashes. The fog was ever-present. But it wasn’t foggy at all. It poured from the sky in the ever-present rainbow of grays. Here and there were bones scattered across the city’s center. Though my skin was covered in gray, my eyes saw the red that dripped from my hands.It was the only red to be seen for miles, and it was all on me. It was on my hands, then my arms, it tr...

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“A Mother's Sacrifice” by Brittany Jung

Submitted to Contest #237

A wretched thing he was. But he gave me my daughter, I can thank him for that. Listen to those people cheering. His soft smile and blonde side-swept hair swooned over the peasants. Clarissa stands in front of him, in front of her father, his non-waving hand on her shoulder.Her soft curls were gently placed down her back, she looked so innocent. One day she would be Queen. This kingdom has not seen a Queen as the sole ruler in a thousand years.I couldn't give him the son he desired, and we could not have any more children. So, these common fo...

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“Heritage” by Brittany Jung

Submitted to Contest #236

“I’m sorry but we don’t carry that part anymore.” The salesman looked at me like I was the crazy one. I sighed, with disappointment enveloping me. I could tell the salesman was anxiously waiting for me to leave, but my feet didn’t want to move. If I stared at him long enough maybe he could magically make the part appear. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” Impatience in his tone. “No thank you,” I replied as I turned around, my feet finally making their way to the automatic glass doors. The computer was ancient anyway, all bul...

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Author bio

Florida-raised but with a heart for travel, ventured into seven countries on two continents. Writing is influenced by the sights and experiences of traveling the world and my ultimate love for the human experience.