J. Ernst

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“Emma's Promise” by J. Ernst

Submitted to Contest #53

“EMMA FOR GOD’S SAKE, TAKE THAT DAMN POPSICLE OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND ANSWER MY QUESTION!” Anna screamed, grabbing Emma’s left arm, forcing her to sit down at Anna’s dining room table.Wincing in pain, Emma dropped the popsicle onto the oak table, threw her backpack on the parquet wood floor, and began rubbing her bruised and rapidly swelling arm. Disbelief and shock filled her eyes. She remained silent trying desperately not to cry in front of her aunts and uncle.The abandoned popsicle began to melt beneath the warm glow of the dining room cry...

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“Dancing Over Leningrad” by J. Ernst

Submitted to Contest #51

December 5th, 1941: Leningrad-Russia“Tatyana! Tatyana! Look up there to the right… there …it’s Virgo…she’s dancing!”, Ivan pleaded as he juggled his seven-year-old daughter in one arm while pointing over head at the star filled winter sky with his free hand. But it was no use. Tatyana was too distracted.Squirming vigorously to free herself; “I’m scared papa. I want to go home…PLEASE!” Tatyana’s fear drenched screams could barely be heard over the mass hysteria of panicked voices that packed in all around them on the train station platform.Ea...

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“The Gift” by J. Ernst

Submitted to Contest #51

Twin Creeks Park 7:30 pm“Happy Birthday Dear Kit! Happy Birthday To You!” Standing eye level with the birthday cake Kit’s mother, Cathy was holding in front of him, Kit shut his eyes. The thirty guests, consisting of family members, neighbors and classmate friends took this opportunity to form a close circle around Kit. Clinching his tiny fists, tensing his chest muscles, stretching his shoulders up towards the fading evening sun, Kit drew the biggest breath of air he could muster into his lungs. Silently Kit recited his one and only wish. T...

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Author bio

I love the process of writing a story. It's exciting to see the characters in my stories come to life. It's through their actions and words that I am able to discover and write my stories. Occasional typos= my "kryptonite"