Clarys J.C.B.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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13 Stories

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“A Dangerous Game” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #142

She was playing a dangerous game. A very dangerous game. A most precarious game. A game full of risk. A game full of trickery. A game full of uncertainty. It was Finals week. Three days more to go and the semester would end. Three days more to go and she could enjoy her break. Three days more to go and she could bask in the sun and not have to think about anything and everything for a while. Three days more to go and she could finally relax. Three days more to go and she could finally get some proper sleep. Alas, that would still be thr...

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“High Jump” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #66

The crowd outside was loud, deafeningly loud. I've just been there. I know. In contrast the room I'm in right now is quiet, maddeningly quiet. All I hear is my labored breathing and the rapid thumping of my heart. I wipe the sweat from my brow. I don't like it here. No one would like it here.Not for the last time I hope for something better, something far far away from here. I pull from distant memories of soft beds, warm blankets, earnest hugs and comfort filling foods. I try to think of good things.The door opens and man stands in the door...

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“The lesser evil” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #52

The minute I looked up, took out my earphones out of my ears, and actually took notice of my surroundings, I knew right away I stayed too long.There were no lines, no beeping sounds at the cashier, no loiters, no murmur of voices in conversation, no toddlers screaming, no wheels squeaking on the tiles, no music playing through the speakers. It was all quiet, save for the low hum of the freezers and refrigerators in the frozen section which I could only hear if I listened hard enough.This only meant one thing; I was all alone in the supermark...

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“What is that smell?” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #51

The house stank.You know this smell. It meant that something had died. Where? You don’t know exactly. What you do know is that it was somewhere in your house.It’s been almost two days since it started smelling. You and your whole family have been cleaning cupboards, shelves, and basically the whole house just to locate the source of the smell. You’ve looked in almost every nook and cranny of your house. It was unbearable. What was becoming a concerning thought was that as the days pass with no sign of you and your family ever finding the sou...

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“Hinanduraw” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #51

It’s been years and years since the last time I’ve been here.The house is different. I stand just outside the white iron wrought fence surrounding it.They clearly renovated it. No, in fact it looks like they actually took the old house down and built a new one. The chipping white and red paint on the walls are now a light pastel shade of blue. The crumbly brick walls were clearly taken down and are now replaced by smooth cement. The sin of the roof that had rust in some places, which sometimes caused the leaks, had now been replaced. A shiny...

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“Mud on white” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #50

This should have been your chance. It was just a few more seconds and you would have tasted freedom. And yet, instead of sweet freedom, here you are, running for your life. It was the perfect opportunity. Her grip was slack, her head turned elsewhere, her eyes for once wasn’t watching your every move. Something had caught her attention. She was distracted. This was your chance, maybe your only chance. You take it. You dash through the grass. The feel of the grass and the dirt felt wonderful. It has been so long since you’ve felt this a...

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“Waiting” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #49

The waiting room seats were uncomfortable. You’ve been trying to find a comfortable position for the past hour and a half. You have been waiting for almost two hours now and you were getting antsy. You’ve done a turn around the room twice already. You know its features by now. The room was stuffy and faintly smelled of smoke. Some of the blue wallpaper was peeling and there was a water stain just to the right of the wall clock, whose ticking was starting to drive you insane. It was the only sound in the room, aside from the squeaks and cre...

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“Birds flitting” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #48

It was really hot in the morning. The kind of hot where the sun was hard to look at as it just blinded my eyes. The sunlight on my skin felt burning. I wanted to cover up but then it was also very warm and I didn’t like icky feeling of clothing clinging to me because I was sweating in places I didn’t even know could sweat. It was just plain horrible. I even smelled horrible. I just longed to go home, take a shower, and chug down cold drink after cold drink. But I couldn’t do that right now. A job was a job. I had to do it, even if I didn...

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“Resolution” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #48

It happened out of nowhere. I didn’t even notice until it was too late. It was a normal Monday morning, and as expected I was late. “Hey man! You missed first period.” Joey greets me with a high-five as he came out of our classroom. The sea of students rushing to get out pushed him nearer to where I was waiting by the door. “I was reading the book you lent me.” We both walk towards the direction of the gym. The second subject is P.E. which I don’t really look forward to. We try to avoid bumping into any other student in the hallway als...

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“The Witch in My Neighborhood” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #48

There’s a witch in my neighborhood.Everyone in the neighborhood doesn’t know where she’s from, or why she even chose to come here in our small town. It just seemed like one day with no warning, a bustling old truck noisily arrived in town and with it came this strange lady with colorful hair and a ton of boxes filled with outlandish items. It just dumped her and her things in this place, where nothing exciting ever happens, and left as noisily as it came.It was the talk of the town for many weeks.I hear the old ladies gossip about it during ...

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“Watching” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #48

He’s waiting for something. I just know it. I feel it in my gut. I’ve suspected him since long ago. He thinks I haven’t noticed yet. He thinks that I don’t know. Oh, I know. I know it well, so well. It isn’t even just a theory right now. I’m sure of it. If I just rummage around his things there’s bound to be proof found. He thinks he is being inconspicuous. It’s sometimes laughable how obvious he is. He is as obvious as a lone tree in the middle of a field. He is as eye-catching as a red shirt mixed in with the whites. I could go o...

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“A Boring Day” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #47

You look out the window and, not for the first time, thought about how wrong the weather forecast had been. They said it would be sunny skies the next day, but they lied. It was raining, raining really heavily. The one time you actually decide to watch the news and they lie to you. You had plans today. Very important plans! But it was all a waste as the weather decided to ruin them for you. For the hundredth time, you heave a sad sigh. You wonder if Mindy was sad as well, since the trip to the pool is now cancelled. She really must be as sh...

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“Change” by Clarys J.C.B.

Submitted to Contest #47

Packing all of your things to make them all fit in a suitcase is quite daunting. That’s your whole life right there, all cramped and disorderly and haphazardly shoved into a suitcase that is barely keeping everything together that it needs a fragile label for the bag itself. It was a miracle it all fit. Though, you gave most of your appliances, books, and any other stuff you deemed bulky or unnecessary away. Finally, backpack slung over your shoulder, suitcase in hand, you head to the station. After finding yourself a seat by the window, yo...

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