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Hana J

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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The Dare That Killed Me

Hana J

Submitted to Contest #94

Usually, at about seven-thirty sharp, the lights go dim, and all that’s left is cars pulling into their lanky driveways. Well, that and Tim Fryer.He waits for me at the end of the hall near apartment 206, banging on the buttons of the elevator.“Come on! Stupid elevatoris!”Tim Fryer is the kind of guy you become friends with because his dad is rich. It happened about two years ago when they hired me to mow their lawn. Mr. Fryer came out of the house holding a but load of cash, begging me to take it and be friends with his son. I mean, how oft...

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The Ice Days

Hana J

Submitted to Contest #90

When the sun disappeared, so did we. I wish I could have told my mother goodbye. I wish I could have seen this coming in some sort of spiritual prophecy. But truth be told, no one saw it coming. Not even god. Sometime last June the cold set in. I don’t exactly remember what day, because all days became non-essential. I’m not even sure if calling it a day, is proper terminology anymore. The sun left us to the cold bitterling of the moon. I us...

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The Two Sided Man

Hana J

Submitted to Contest #88

Be warned of the man beneath the hood. The black straggling veil. For he has a wicked tendency to tell you you’re untold future. He will ruin you, he will spite you with his words and cast you truths at the palm of his hand. Be warned of the truths of this two sided man. “This book is stupid,” AJ says, skimming through the pages. “What book?” I ask ...

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The Legendary Beginning Of Christopher Willis

Hana J

Submitted to Contest #48

My name is Christopher Willis and my whole life I’ve felt nothing but out of the ordinary. It all started about two years ago when I was riding my bicycle home from school. It was a red bike with a rusty metal latch on the front, it was always missing something but I could never quite remember what it was. The tires were firm enough to take the shortcut through the woods off Baxterly, I remember that day; Dan Axterboe stole my glasses and crushed them beneath his dirty sneakers. It wasn’t the best route but it was the safest way to get home,...

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The Avenue That We Call Home

Hana J

Submitted to Contest #48

The street lamps on Winch Avenue didn’t just flicker, they crackled and waned from the lack of life. A loud buzzing however ascended, small flies swarmed against the frosted glass beating at it until each fell. Worming at the pavement, they twitched and flopped against the frigid concrete in the aftershock of their deaths. Winch Avenue stood bearing silence among its reckon. A road that many people had called home for several years, lessened in its sole attempt to be recognized. Growing in a way that no one ever thought was even possible.&nb...

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Eucomopia

Hana J

Submitted to Contest #44

Thomas often quoted himself as a deliberation of the loner society, just by the way he walked around, the intimidating look on his face would somehow be a vouch for why he didn’t have many friends. However, watching by the way he dragged himself about in his garnished sneakers was probably worse than his menacing approach. Walking the streets of Eucomopia Thomas hung his head low, even under his hat the blistering heat managed to swelter him from the inside out. At first he didn’t notice anything, his eyes were so dry that it hurt to keep th...

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"When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home."
--The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)

I love comedy. I love to make people laugh and put things in a story my readers would never expect.

What's the most important thing?
Staying true to your voice. Sometimes you have to break the rules. Some will follow, some will run. But if I can just get o n e person to read the story, and connect with it somehow, then I know I'm doing it right.

"Shuttle Atlantis. Our last day. All we can hear is the sound of our own breathing, that reminds us we are still sharing our memories, hopes, and ideas. And isn't it funny, just this morning we worked it out. Somehow or another, we all have relatives in Wisconsin."
--2012