Isabelle Jones

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Anodyne's Garden” by Isabelle Jones

The garden was alive with noise, though Anodyne revelled in it in a way that he did no other cacophony. The lilies sang to him sweetly, and the young oaks groaned. The grass whispered under his bare feet, and the roses giggled at the subtle wind. There was not a man or woman alive who was allowed into his garden uninvited, not even the King. The magic was sacred and while it would not bar entry, it would certainly cause discomfort and the High Council would bring about heady punishment to those who would violate the private garden of any flo...

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“What's a Little Seance Between Friends” by Isabelle Jones

Submitted to Contest #65

James watched with open interest as a group of schoolchildren ran past the bench he'd been parked on since the night before. They were dressed in colorful costumes, though one wore a sheet over his head and sort of lackadaisically jogged after the rest. He chuckled at the display, as he felt a certain kinship to the spirit of the costumes, a ghost of all things, in a poorly made costume, unenthusiastic but moving along with the flow of things. It was a dreary morning, but the spirit of Halloween for the youth was undampened. James himself f...

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“"Your Mom" and Other Things You Shouldn't Tell Strange Angry Giants” by Isabelle Jones

Submitted to Contest #50

There had been a number of split-second decisions that Alex had made over the years. Some of them had even turned out well for him. But as a whole he'd come to the conclusion that he needed to stop making them because he usually regretted it. "Stupid," he huffed, pumping his legs harder as he heard an echo of his own feet pounding at unforgiving pavement. The sound was getting louder and louder the more he ran, his tail gaining on him in a way he hadn't expected. His lungs were beginning to burn and his heart hammered against his chest. It ...

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“A Winter Shadow” by Isabelle Jones

Submitted to Contest #23

The winter wind but savagely at my skin and I regretted not grabbing the flannel lined coat that had my gloves in its pocket. My fingers were starting to ache and my jacket pockets were thin and didn't do much for the cold.. It was stupid that I was outside in the first place, because freshly fallen snow aside, I hated the cold. Going back wasn't an option though. Not yet.I hunched my shoulders up around my neck, drew my thin jacket tighter around me and tucked my fingers into my armpits. "You're gonna catch your death Jackie-boy,"...

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