J. Olen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Why? Why? Why?” by J. Olen

Submitted to Contest #89

A girl alone.A dark prison cell.A horrible crime.Put them all together.And… This is the result.***Dark. Dank. Depressing. That’s what this place is.Jail.The colors are all the same. Grey and black. Black and grey. The dark place sucks the light out of people, leaving them hollow. The atmosphere is nothing out of the ordinary (for a jail)...Yet there’s something missing.I don’t know why I’m here…***Why am I here?Why should I be here?I’m no criminal. At least I don’t think I am.Why? Why? Why?***My name is Maxine. You can call me...

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“What Happened Once Upon A Time Ago ” by J. Olen

Submitted to Contest #88

Once upon a time....“Your Majesty, the peasants have come again!” The royal guard alerted. “What is it now,” asked Princess Audra of Kalpania, bored of this daily commotion. Yesterday was the raise in taxes. The day before was the drought and the week before that was the shortage of food. Never had any kingdom seen such ungrateful subjects.“This time they’re complaining about each other!”“I see...bring them over and we’ll see what we can do about it.”The guards went and returned with an old man. His clothes were disheveled and his eyes ...

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“The Island of Thamoray” by J. Olen

Submitted to Contest #83

For thousands of years the inhabitants of Thamoray Island have lived in peace. These inhabitants were called the Moraia; they were not humans, however. Their skin and hair were pale blue and their eyes ranged from shades of blue, indigo, and violet. But the feature that distinguished them from humans was their ability of magic. Magic was what had kept them alive, extended their longevity to up to one thousand years and hidden from humans for thousands of years. Though within the past century, humans began to advance rapidly, and moved closer...

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“The Wealth of Forgiveness” by J. Olen

Submitted to Contest #72

The streets of London were bustling with life. Rich folks walked around with a fashionable air and others scurried around to get to work. While this common sight often caused many to grumble and complain, a young girl's face could be seen through the window of Windham's Orphanage and Seminary for Abandoned Girls, enjoying every moment of the spectacular view of the streets of London. This girl was Serena Rosier, who was about sixteen years of age. Those who had the time to notice would see that she had beautiful hazel colored locks and two ...

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“She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.” ― Annie Dillard, The Living