Daniel James

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

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8 Stories

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“Fatefully Fatal Plus Ones” by Daniel James

Submitted to Contest #264

Fatefully Fatal Plus Ones            Rose petals scattered in the shape of a heart atop the hotel bed, the mood set by candles on the bedside tables. Soft music playing from the smart tv, a playlist that had been catered to the past however many years of the young couple that would spend their first night together in the most intimate of ways. These were the things that Kristen and Johnny had always wanted but started to think they’d never find. This was the most excitemen...

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“The Candle” by Daniel James

Submitted to Contest #232

The Candle            “Why are you here?”            A lone light flickered before me, the flame atop the candle that continued to burn in the darkness of the world. I was alone, except for it, whatever it was. Its voice slithered and hovered around me, coming and going as it pleased, feasting on my doubts, on my longing, on my despair I tried desperately not to listen to. I huddled around the small flame, protecting...

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“The List for a (Un)Happy Life” by Daniel James

Submitted to Contest #230

Trigger warnings: Drinking, implied violence, language The List for a (Un)Happy Life EVIDENCE PG. 1 December 10th -         Reserve spot at that restaurant for our 4th anniversary -         Call Nina’s parents for blessing. -         New Year’s Resolutions? o  We’ll be engaged finally. Maybe we can have a fall wedding. Nina has always loved the fall. It could be outdoors, She wo...

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“Momma” by Daniel James

Submitted to Contest #230

Idle hands are the devil’s playground, that’s what everyone says, but if that’s true, what, then, is imagination? Worse yet, a child’s imagination? They can dream up anything, known and unknown, real, fantasy, friends. An imagination that can even blend into reality itself. Bea didn’t know if that’s what she had done or not, but she felt certain of one thing when she woke up this morning. Nothing anyone seemed to say could change her conviction, much less her mother. “Oh, come on, Bea,” her mother’s voice said. &nbs...

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“Not All Who Are Lost Need to Wander” by Daniel James

Submitted to Contest #209

        It was a beautiful day, the sun warm on my skin, mostly clear save for a few puffs of clouds here and there, the air clean and sharp like the intake of fresh mountain air away or the first true breath you’re able to breathe after coming up from underwater. Sand squeezed between my toes bringing back memories of childhood with each grain, trips out with family, the boy thought was my first love, the man who was, and all the ones in between.        &nb...

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“A Cancer in Time” by Daniel James

Submitted to Contest #196

        It had been a week since the incident, one day since the funeral, and my grandfather had yet to reach out. Every text and call I made to him went without response, and then today my phone finally dinged and showed his name pop up on the lock screen. He was coming over. I had considered going to his flat before hearing from him, but he had always handled grief in his own very specific way. Mom had once told me that when she was a child and she had first been diagnosed with ca...

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“A Cancer in Time” by Daniel James

Submitted to Contest #196

        It had been a week since the incident, one day since the funeral, and my grandfather had yet to reach out. Every text and call I made to him went without response, and then today my phone finally dinged and showed his name pop up on the lock screen. He was coming over. I had considered going to his flat before hearing from him, but he had always handled grief in his own very specific way. Mom had once told me that when she was a child and she had first been diagnosed with ca...

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“Death is Only an End” by Daniel James

Submitted to Contest #163

You always told me that everything has an end. That you had an end. That I had an end. I didn’t believe you until the day you died. That day stayed with me.Light spilled out from cracks in the clouds attempting to block out the sun, filtering further through the leaves of the trees that towered over us. Butterflies and dragonflies flitted and hovered around us, their gentle hums like music. The grass tickled my arm as I laid by your side, arm around you.“I hope you’re not about to cry,” you whispered weakly, a t...

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