J.B. Dixon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (24)

24 Stories

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“The Nightmare Box” by J.B. Dixon

Submitted to Contest #70

‘I still can’t believe we’re sitting here. There’s absolutely nothing to support these charges. I only hope the jury sees that.’ Mortis Kevork, along with his twin brother, Mikey, were anxiously waiting for the verdict that would decide their fates. Every attempt to quash the Crown Prosecution Service’s case was denied, even though the evidence was extremely flimsy. ‘Does the Magistrate have it out for anyone accused of this crime? It doesn’t make any sense.’ Looking behind him, Mortis saw his family and friends sitting at the back of the co...

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“Not Under the Mistletoe” by J.B. Dixon

Submitted to Contest #69

“Alright, Dad, alright. We’ll see you and Tamerlene in Cambridge. I’ll have Roger tell his mother to set an extra place at the table. Love you, too. Bye.” Terry hung up and let out a frustrated growl. “I knew this was gonna happen sooner or later.” “Your dad bringing the new wife to Christmas dinner?” Roger asked, finishing the wrap job on another gift. “Yep, and while I’m not thrilled about it, I’m gonna suck it up. She stood up to get a cup of coffee when her mobile went off. “Yeah, pop?” She listened for a moment then rolled her eyes....

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“Celestial Reflections” by J.B. Dixon

Submitted to Contest #68

The sun rose slowly over the green country as two people watched, one leaning on the other. The Halloween party, which ended a few hours ago, had been a huge success despite the resident ghost paying a visit. The pair were exhausted but found they couldn’t sleep yet and decided to watch the sun come up. They could sleep on the way home after everything was cleaned up. “Did you ask Ryan to drive?” Terry asked, shielding her eyes as the yellow ball rose higher. “I did. He said he’d have no problem doing so. Just let him sleep until it’s ti...

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“Words in the Coffee Cup” by J.B. Dixon

Submitted to Contest #66

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat. Might want to get yourself out of that rut before it becomes a trench.” Julia paused to sip her coffee then looked at her boyfriend. “Besides, if you think it’s that bad, maybe you should scrap it and start over.” Connor sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. “It’s not that simple, love. I’ve been writing this series for the last seven years and I can’t just scrap it and start over. If the last book is a flop, my career as an author is over.” He popped the last bit of his almond coffee c...

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“Got the Brews?” by J.B. Dixon

Submitted to Contest #65

“Are you certain we should be doing this? It isn’t quite proper.” “By the moon, Teresa! You question this every year, yet here you are!” Julia said. “Yes, you have been with us too long to go back now. You are with us until the end.” Anne concluded. “It is time I stop questioning. Let us keep moving. We do not want to be caught.” The six young women in gray, hooded cloaks moved quietly into the red, orange, and yellow leaves still clinging to the otherwise bare trees. The sun was slowly setting and they only had an hour’s worth of li...

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“Floating Pumpkins” by J.B. Dixon

Submitted to Contest #64

It was the only structure for miles on the otherwise undisturbed country green. The dirt road leading to it curved widely in front of the manor then lead back to the main road. The dirt had well-worn ruts from horse-drawn carriages, along with sparse evidence of auto tires, most likely from whomever took care of the old place. As the group of four couples drew closer, they could discern discolorations in the brick façade, the partially rusted downspouts, and several boarded windows. The two end partitions of the house sat further out than th...

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“Coffees of Autumn” by J.B. Dixon

Submitted to Contest #63

“Nothing to fret about, Terry. You’ll learn the ropes quickly. Me and Ange’ll teach it all to you.” “Thanks Jewel.” Terry said as her, Jewel, and Ange walked up the deserted street to the Café Bean coffeeshop. “This is my first job and I don’t wanna botch it.” Ange unlocked the store then dashed inside to silence the alarm. “Ain’t nothing to it.” The brunette said when she waved the other two in. “You got about a month’s worth of leeway to get the basics down. Although, if you’re as smart as you look, you’ll have it in less time.” She wi...

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“A Moment in the Wall” by J.B. Dixon

Submitted to Contest #62

A Moment in the Wall Berlin. It was still hard to believe he was taking her to Berlin. A city she’d always wanted to visit, and around her favorite time of year made it all the better. The weather was windy and cold but Terry never minded it. The sharp bite brought back memories of her as a child, playing for hours in the snowbanks in her neighborhood outside of Chicago. She could hear the sounds of half-frozen snow crunching under her flower-print boots, the wet smack of a packed snowball hitting her in the head, her friends giggling as s...

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“The Forgotten Flower Child” by J.B. Dixon

Submitted to Contest #61

The Forgotten Flower Child The 1960s. The decade of hippies, of flower power, of free love and rock n’ roll. Of cult leaders and serial killers. Of conflicts in far off countries and student protests on college campuses. The decade of the most-remember presidential assassination, and the cover-up that followed it. An era of turning on, tuning in, and dropping out, as spouted by Timothy Leary, great advocate for LSD. The time of the Civil Rights Movement, the ‘I Have a Dream’ speech of Martin Luther King, Jr., and the ratification of Title VI...

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Author bio

I've always been interested in writing since I was a kid, and now am actively pursuing a career in it. Not only have I participated in Reedsy Prompts but also in NaNoWriMo events, and have submitted (not published) short stories to digital publications.