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J.R. Geiger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2025

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Crystal Lake Inspirational Writing Workshop

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #304

The flickering fluorescent lights of the old Camp Crystal Lake recreation hall hummed a mournful tune, casting long, distorted shadows across the mismatched folding tables.Dust motes, thick as snowflakes in a blizzard, danced in the anemic glow, giving the whole scene a rather… stale aroma.This was the "Crysyal Lake Inspirational Writing Workshop," an exclusive retreat promising to unlock one's inner literary genius.The current session, however, seemed more likely to unlock one's inner scream.At the head of the room stood Jason Voorhees, unm...

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Yours Truly..., The Shadow Syndicate of Playground Justice

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #304

Ares, pint-sized god of war and notorious night-owl (by necessity, not by choice), clutched his superhero blanket, emblazoned with a surprisingly inaccurate depiction of Hercules wrestling a rubber duck, even tighter.His eyes, usually gleaming with fierce determination, were wide and darting, scanning the shadowy battlefield of his bedroom."Sarah," he whispered, his voice a tiny squeak that barely registered above the mournful creak of his bedroom door,"Are you absolutely, positively sure the plan is sound? Because it's... really dark."Sarah...

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Floccinaucinihilipilification

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #304

Floccinaucinihilipilification was the undercurrent of their unusual, ridiculously perfect romance.The freshman dorm lounge smelled faintly of stale pizza, desperation, and the lingering, almost spiritual, scent of burnt popcorn.Sarah, perched precariously on an armrest, meticulously polished a small, bejeweled hand cannon.Across from her, Ares, son of Olympus, god of war (and now, apparently, a surprisingly proficient intramural dodgeball player), was attempting to untangle a particularly stubborn knot in his celestial bronze gauntlet.A half...

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Devil in a Pink Dress & Pig Tails

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #303

The late morning sun beat down on the technicolor battlefield of the kindergarten playground. To the casual observer, it was a scene of innocent chaos: shrieks of delight, the rhythmic squeak of swings, the dull thud of a kicked ball. But to five-year-old Ares, the budding god of war, it was a testing ground, a realm ripe for conquest.He surveyed his domain from the top of the climbing structure, a plastic castle complete with turrets and a slide that served as his personal drawbridge. His eyes, already possessing an unsettling intensity for...

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A Dish Best Served Cold... Again.

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #303

The glitter cannon was primed. Sarah, perched precariously on a stepladder in the school auditorium’s dusty prop room, double-checked the confetti load for the fifteenth time.This wasn't just any confetti; it was biodegradable, multi-colored, and specifically designed to cling to hair and clothing like a lovesick limpet. Her masterpiece. Her final, glorious act of kindergarten-fueled vengeance against a literal deity.Downstairs, the DJ was already spinning some questionable pop anthems, the bass thrumming through the floorboards and vibratin...

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A Dish Best Served Cold

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #303

The sun was high. It hit the kindergarten playground. It was a golden light on Sarah’s sandcastle, Castle Sparklehoof. She saw it as a fortress. It had seashell turrets. A moat, dug with care, held water from the dripping fountain. A popsicle stick made a drawbridge. Sarah, five years old, knelt before it. A queen, watching her kingdom.Her subjects were plastic dinosaurs. A one-eyed teddy, Bartholomew. They stood guard."Here," she told Bartholomew, adjusting his ear, "is where the dragon will fall. Princess Sarah will vanquish it. Her steed,...

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How the Maker Became the Myth—or, Perhaps, the Menace

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #303

Prologue "Remastered Edition": Before the FallNot so long ago, on a ranch far, far away…It started with a thought.A fleeting, insignificant flicker—Barely noticeable.It should have passed, faded.It did not.Instead, it grew.An idea, impossible yet undeniable.A shape forming, something that should not exist.The warnings were there, voices whispered.This was not the path laid out, the future envisioned.Hesitation was drowned in certainty.Doubt was swept aside, ignored.The course was set.Irreversible.Creation became indistinguishable from destru...

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The Kindergarten Conqueror

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #302

The week had started normally enough—well, as normal as it could be with Zeus' latest decree that all young gods attend mortal elementary school to "build character."Ares slouched in the plastic chair outside Principal Martinez's office, his tiny combat boots dangling well above the linoleum floor.The secretary kept glancing nervously in his direction, particularly at the plastic sword confiscated from the playground that now lay across her desk like evidence in a war crimes tribunal.This was his third visit this week, and he'd only started ...

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Divine Delivery Debacle

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #302

Hermes sat at his celestial desk, drowning in a mountain of messages.The Olympian Postal Service was understaffed—again—and he'd been pulling double shifts all week. His caduceus, usually pristine, had coffee stains on it, and his winged sandals were desperately in need of a polish.He grabbed the next scroll in his "Ultra-Priority Divine Dispatches" pile, barely registering the addressee before stamping it with his signature lightning bolt and tossing it into the outgoing portal.The scroll, marked "To Mars, God of War, Roman Pantheon," spira...

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Love, War, and Customer Service

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #302

Ares slouched in his ergonomic office chair, staring at the dual monitors that displayed an endless queue of complaint tickets.After the latest divine restructuring, Zeus had decided that all Olympian departments needed proper documentation and customer service protocols. Which is how the God of War found himself manning the "Conflict Resolution Desk" every Tuesday and Thursday.Zeus also thought upgrading the whole system from Windows to Apple would be a great idea. Everything connected... Mac, iPad, iPhones, etc.The transition meeting had b...

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The Great Celestial Mix-Up, or Why Ares Now Hates Smoothies

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #302

Ares, God of War, stood in line at "Nectar & Ambrosia Smoothies," stabbing at his phone screen with enough force to crack a mortal device.The café, nestled in a strip mall on Mount Olympus Boulevard, was his latest attempt at anger management—Hera's idea, naturally. According to his therapist (also Hera's idea), smoothies were supposed to be "cooling" and "soothing."The warrior god wore tactical pants and a black t-shirt that read "I'd Rather Be Smiting." His celestial bronze sword had been reluctantly transformed into a less conspicuous...

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Ares is from Mars, Aphrodite is from Venus

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #302

Ares stormed into Mount Olympus' newly renovated break room, his armor clanking against the marble countertop as he slammed down his phone. Apollo, who had been peacefully sipping nectar while composing haikus about his own reflection, looked up with mild irritation."Brother, you're interrupting my creative process. And you know how I feel about creative interruptions after that incident with the lyre-playing satyr who thought death metal covers of my hymns were 'paying homage.'""Save it, sunshine," Ares growled."I need your help. You're goo...

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A Titan's Folly

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #301

Once upon a time on Mount Olympus, Hercules lived as a celebrated demigod known for his mighty strength and heroic labors. Yet despite his great feats, he struggled under a heavy burden. For years, he had to follow Zeus’s rigid orders without ever questioning the path laid before him. Deep in his heart, Hercules longed for freedom from these endless commands. He wished for a chance to choose his own destiny.This is the tale of how a bitter old Titan named Kronos, who had been locked away in Tartarus for his past misdeeds against Zeus, saw a ...

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Don't Give Me Any Static

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #301

Hermes lounged on his cloud-throne in Olympus, twirling his caduceus like a baton and sporting the mischievous grin that had made him the god of tricksters. Recently, Zeus had been particularly pompous—even by Zeus standards—boasting about his lightning bolts at every divine dinner party."My lightning never misses," he'd proclaim, zapping random clouds for emphasis while the other gods politely applauded."Time to knock the old thunderer down a peg," Hermes muttered, hatching what he considered his masterpiece of pranks.The plan was simple: r...

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Agis vs the Modern Toaster

J.R. Geiger

Submitted to Contest #301

Agis had been trained since childhood for battle. Back in the days when the agoge meant wrestling bears and dodging spears instead of spam emails, he earned his stripes through brutal fights, harsh winters, and a regimen that made your gym membership look like a meditation retreat. He'd fought foes across distant lands and even attempted to wrestle a bear once—not successfully, but the story killed at dinner parties in Sparta.None of that prepared him for his most fearsome foe: the modern toaster.Yes, a toaster. A sidekick to breakfast, an a...

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