J Christian Connett

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Thread Between Us” by J Christian Connett

Submitted to Contest #290

The old bookstore smelled of worn pages and time itself - a rich, earthy blend of parchment, leather bindings, and a hint of cedar from the ancient shelves. Soft golden light streamed through tall windows, dust motes swirling lazily in the beams, their slow dance marking time’s tender passage. Samuel, with his calloused hands and silver-threaded hair, arranged a fresh stack of poetry collections on the central table. The rough grain of the paper brushed beneath his fingertips - soft, familiar, alive with memory.The bell above the door chimed...

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“Caught a Light Breeze” by J Christian Connett

Submitted to Contest #288

Caught a Light Sneeze The café doors swung open with a quiet chime, and Damian stepped inside, the hum of conversation folding around him. The air smelled of roasted coffee, cinnamon, and something warm—something familiar, yet changed. It had been months since he had last walked into this space with the weight of something unresolved pressing into his chest. Months since he had stood outside in the rain, watching Lila through the window, uncertain of where he belonged. Now, the world had shifted once again. He adjusted the guitar case slung...

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“Where the Rain Falls” by J Christian Connett

Submitted to Contest #288

Where the Rain Falls The rain had not started yet.   Damian stood beneath the overhang outside the cafĂ©, hands deep in his coat pockets, watching through the window as Lila played. Her violin sang in quiet conversation with the piano—another musician, someone unfamiliar, fingers dancing over the keys as if they had always belonged there.   The warmth inside contrasted sharply with the chill clinging to his skin. Inside, everything was golden, the cafĂ© alive with murmurs, laughter, and the soft clatter of ceramic cups agai...

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“Seasons Must Change” by J Christian Connett

Submitted to Contest #288

Seasons Must Change The air carried the crisp and bitter scent of dying leaves, as if the world itself were mourning. The trees stood half-empty, their golden remnants tumbling in slow spirals to the pavement. The wind brushed past, cold and insistent, urging the season forward. But I remained still, watching.A man stood outside the café, his violin resting beneath his chin. The bow glided across the strings, coaxing out a melody so delicate and haunting that it nearly shattered me. Each note trembled in the air, wrapping around me like a me...

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Author bio

I am an author who loves exploring themes of resilience, identity, and personal transformation through storytelling. Whether writing fiction, self-help, or philosophical works, I strive to craft narratives that inspire reflection and challenge perspectives. My goal is to create stories that leave a lasting impact and encourage readers to see the world - and themselves - in new ways.