J.I Strydom

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Last Interview” by J.I Strydom

Submitted to Contest #103

At first, it was just the eyes. Hazel, like a stack of firewood in the winter. They had a summer-like warmth to them, but still, Cam felt frozen in place. He could not see much, the rest of the body still an empty canvas. Suddenly, the outline of a head is becoming less opaque. He has to stay! If he could just wait a little longer he might see more. Something is taking shape at the... Cam opens raises his head off the pillow displeased. He always seems to wake up just when the next detail is about to r...

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“Butterflies” by J.I Strydom

Submitted to Contest #98

The scenery still looks precisely the same, yet they have traveled for days. The grass still grayed by the cold winter air, and the trees the same pale green. The lonely time in the forest has begun. Winter. All the butterflies migrated down south for a warmer climate, leaving the trees with only the wind to keep them company. The only thing that lives in the forest is the winged splashes of rainbow colors. All the rest left after the war, either dead or too scared to return to the wretched forest. The remaining deer are now hiding in the ...

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“Behind the emerald door” by J.I Strydom

Submitted to Contest #98

As if needed, Benjamin arrives. He offers a cup of dark coffee -two sugars, no milk to Zane. This routine was already set in motion before Benjamin came to work with Zane. Every morning at exactly 8:15, not a second later, the butler, whether that is Benjamin or the guy before him, Stewart, or even the man before Stewart, would enter Zane’s oversized dressing room with the black substance. Then, a little bit later, at precisely 8:45, breakfast should already be severed but still warm as if just served. Out of the bowl the second the ...

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“This was goodbye” by J.I Strydom

Submitted to Contest #97

Looking up, all he can see is the darkness. The warehouse is completely deserted. Unrecognizable. Where there usually were shelves of metal high as the sky, there is now nothing. Nothing as far as the eye can see. Only the vast space the light has abandoned. The winter breeze blows Calvin’s mind into the past. The days before she left, before the warehouse was made into its current state. He always tried to keep her happy, but somehow still failed. He misses her, he’ll never admit it, but he constantly thinks of her. She may have lef...

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