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Chris Jones

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

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The Health Code Blues

Chris Jones

Submitted to Contest #279

"BRAINS EXPIRE AFTER TWO HOURS WITHOUT PROPER REFRIGERATION!" My shout bounced off the empty shelves of what used ta be Macy's. The other zombies ignored me - typical. These days, my fellow undead treated food safety like they treated their own rotting bodies. My fingers squeezed the clipboard, last reminder of my life as Senior Health Inspector. Dave staggered past. Chunks of grey matter stuck between his ribs, right there in plain sight. My remaining guts churned. "Un... acceptable..." I stabbed my pen at his exposed chest. "Body heat... b...

16 likes

The Unflappable Flush

Chris Jones

Submitted to Contest #235

This story is about a disabled superhero. Being disabled myself, I think it would be nice if disabled people have their own superhero! “Crikey, my legs feel like overcooked linguini this morning!” Joe exclaimed as he tried to get out of bed, only to flop unceremoniously onto the floor. I peered down at the pathetic heap of duvet and despair that was once the mighty Joe “The Flush” Johnson. The fastest dude around, who could move so quickly he was practically invisible, reduced to a moaning mess tangled in his bedsheets. Just yesterday t...

9 likes

A Haunting We Will Go

Chris Jones

Submitted to Contest #221

“Pon my word, you rapscallions won’t get a wink of sleep if it’s the last thing I do!” I declared to the packed lobby, my refined accent at odds with the radical, chill vibe. With an aristocratic harrumph, I sent the concierge desk crashing to the floor, to the shock of trendy guests sipping their pour-overs. A wisp of ectoplasm myself these days, I was positively gobsmacked to manifest within the once grand interior of my family’s Victorian manor, only to find the place converted into a frightful den of hipster hogwash called “Hipster Ho...

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The Haunting of Hill House? Except Not Really

Chris Jones

Submitted to Contest #217

The Haunting of Hill House? Except Not Really I pull up to the rickety old mansion, me tiny little blue Citroen looking like a toy car in the shadow of this beastly estate. The paint's all chipped and the stone work's crumbling away, giving the place a right old haunted house look about it. But I know better. Just gotta spend one night here for this experiment at uni, no biggie. I get out, grab me duffel, and amble up the overgrown walkway, cracked stone steps nearly tripping me up a few times. Wouldn't fancy a tumble down these on a dar...

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