J.C. Lovero

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (22)

22 Stories

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“A Week in the Life of a Reedsy Writer” by J.C. Lovero

(TW: swearing, sassiness, and schadenfreude)FridayYou read over the story one more time, checking for any rogue adverbs, split infinitives, comma splices, or anything that could violate the terms of service. Clock check: 10:59 PMCrap. One more hour, and you blink rapidly at the cursor on the screen. Does this even fit the prompt for this week? Too late to change. You’ve never been one of those prodigies that could whip out a story in the same day like Last-Minute Lacey. Whi...

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“Fragments of Spencer” by J.C. Lovero

(TW: contains themes of death and dying)I sat on crinkly paper in the exam room while the blood pressure cuff deflated. This table was not like the others I had sat on before for physicals or blood tests; it was softer and more comfortable, almost like a recliner. Designed for the procedure I was about to do.Dr. Kristina Abbott pressed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. “One hundred twenty over sixty,” she said after reading my blood pressure. They always said that like you were supposed to know what the numb...

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“Princess Noelle” by J.C. Lovero

My chest rattled like a clogged toilet as I breathed, but the IV painkillers kept me numb enough to tolerate it. After three days of infection with ultimavirus (UV-47), most of my body’s organs shut down, abandoning me the way kids on the playground used to run away, as if they’d seen the Bogeyman. It wasn’t my mother’s fault that the candle caught fire while I was asleep. The burns, though severe, were limited to the bottom right side of my face, tracing a path from my cheek down to the edge of my collarbone. I liked to believe that I wo...

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“Whispers from Within” by J.C. Lovero

The scar burned whenever I woke from the dreams.Every night, it was always the same vision of a sunrise cuddled by the gentle sea of fog that rolled by the towering mountain range in the dawn. My breath hitched as I stood on the cliff, mesmerized by its spectacular view that was raised up to a sky illuminated by a thousand shimmering stars. A mixture of tranquility, solitude, and beauty hidden away in the depths of my mind. Was it real, or just my imagination?She pressed a hand against my chest, where the scar remained.&nbsp...

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“Wounds as Old as Time” by J.C. Lovero

Happily ever after was overrated.The children clapped as Belle waved her wand in the air. Shimmering motes of magic danced around the three little pigs before transporting them back through the Fade. With a full cart of books yet to be re-shelved, she purposefully chose a shorter tale for tonight’s reading. “Can we read another one, Miss Belle?” a little boy asked.“Pretty please?” a little girl begged, her pigtails bobbing up and down with her.She tucked her wand into an oversized pocket of her cerulean bl...

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“What Can't Be Taken” by J.C. Lovero

♥♡♡♡♡ One StarBy T.H. on December 14, 2014Didn’t even start the job. Save yourself the trouble and buy cutesy bins.0 of 3 found this review helpful- - -Day 1: commitmentThis will only hurt a little.It’s a statement I’ve told my clients time and time again. Something to talk them off that proverbial ledge (an actual ledge only once, thank goodness) when they’re frustrated, angry, or emotionally frayed. I mean, it’s understandable. I’m no sportswoman, but the metaphor fits: life th...

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“a letter to my younger self” by J.C. Lovero

To my dearest, brave Jason,And I use the word ‘brave’ because I know that’s never a word you would call yourself. When I look into your eyes and gaze upon your smile, I see the courage and kindness that you carried as a young child. Remember when you were in kindergarten, and you danced with the girls on the playground instead of playing tag with the other boys? Oh, how children could be so cruel, especially for the chubby little kid that you were. Even when they poked fun, you treated them all the same, as if they were ...

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“The Bad Best Friend's Diary” by J.C. Lovero

Thursday, April 21stBack home after falling for her tricks AGAIN.Elena asked me to skip eighth period to hang out at the coffeehouse. Ordered my usual: venti caramel macchiato, extra shot, extra hot, extra whip, and sugar-free. Barista rolled her eyes as she scribbled on the cup—hope she didn’t add extra ingredients. When Elena offered to pay, I should have known she was up to something.“You should try tea sometime,” she said as she wrapped her palms around her cup, raising it to her face. “The...

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“One Life for One World” by J.C. Lovero

My name is Tyrael. I am but a shade, cursed to do naught but drift. My hands find none to hold, my gestures catch no eye, and my words, be they whispered or screamed, reach not a single soul.The snow fell and fell, dancing and curling like sparkling crystals around them. Mesmerizing, gentle beauty unseen for years, previously forbidden by the fury of the sun.Gareth approached the tombstone, icy snow crunching under his frayed boots. His head lowered, he knelt to the ground, placing a single black rose on the ground ...

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“Summer Blossoms” by J.C. Lovero

The stranger sets a jar of flowers on the dresser in my room. I sit on the bed with legs crossed, hugging a fluffy white pillow into my chest; I’m unsure why, but it makes me feel better, something physical to distract myself from the emptiness of my mind.His gentle eyes crinkle when he smiles at me. “Good morning, Wesley,” he says, brushing a hand through his side-swept hair, streaks of brown peeking through to greet me.I smile back since it’s the polite thing to do, even though my parents warned me not to talk to strangers...

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“Surrender to Madness” by J.C. Lovero

She was the last person I expected to see.“What are you doing here?”“I’ve been waiting years for this moment, Kate,” Jane said with a gleam in her eye.A teenager jumped out of the rusted red Chevy, face ashen with his mouth open wide as he held the phone up to his ear. I turned around, bile burning in the back of my throat as my dead body greeted me from the pavement below. It happened so fast: tires screeching on the road behind me, a horn roaring at me to move, and my dog’s whimper mourning me in the last s...

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“The Heart of Camelot” by J.C. Lovero

Hayden gripped her arm: death would be salvation from the pain. She lost the mage she’d been hunting and was several days away from Camelot—returning wasn’t an option. Uther punished failure in his court, especially from his first female knight. She looked above the trees, the darkening sky hinting that nightfall was upon her. “I need to find a healer,” she murmured.“My lady?”Hayden tried to turn to the voice behind her, but she was too weak and fell off her horse, landing on her injured shoulder. She yelped in pain, doing h...

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“[ERROR MESSAGE: UNKNOWN PROCESS]” by J.C. Lovero

(Note: contains themes of death and dying)Ending one’s life after fulfilling their goal doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Wouldn’t it be more dramatic, more beautiful, and more heroic for someone to end their life in a climax, to end their song in a crescendo, than to anti-climatically grow old and end with a boring death? [MESSAGE DELETED FROM HARD DRIVE MEMORY BANK]* * *All I have of Charlie are memories saved in my hard drive. And this [REDACTED] called warmth.“Mars is so...

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“PPS. Remember that I love you” by J.C. Lovero

Alex fumbled through the kitchen cabinet, navigating through pots, pans, baking sheets, and glassware that clicked and clanked with every move she made. Mom only made her famous homemade apple pie whenever Alex came home for the holidays, so for the other three-hundred and sixty-four days of the year, the pie pan hid from the family.“Mom, it’s not in here,” Alex said, as she shoved a donut mold to the side with her elbow. When was the last time mom made donuts?The staccato rhythm of slicing apples paused momentarily...

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“Our Father” by J.C. Lovero

(Note: Lola = grandmother)“Peace be with you.”“And also with you.”The cold water lingered on my forehead, traveling slowly before settling on the lines in between my eyebrows. Even though it had been over thirty years, stepping foot into the church was like riding a bicycle—you stumbled and swerved at the beginning until you got your bearings again. I looked down at the open casket, taking in a cleansing breath as I stared at your face, pale and peaceful. A stark contrast to how I’d describe you when you were...

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MM romance writer (he/him/his) I get to fall in love with different people all the time in my stories. And maybe, if I do my job, you will too. My Personal Favorite Stories 🌹 The Bad Best Friend's Diary 🪐 Fragments of Spencer When I'm not writing, you'll find me watching Netflix, browsing YouTube, buying video games that collect virtual dust on my hard drive, dreaming about D&D, and reading romance novels. Instagram @jc_lovero FB Page @AuthorJCLovero Twitter @jc_lovero Email jc.lovero.author@gmail.com Copyright © 2022 J.C. Lovero All Rights Reserved. Using content without written permission is prohibited.

Shortlisted 2 stories ⭐️

Contest #132

Our Father – read story

Contest #128

Mango Tango Tea – read story