J. Shire

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“My Mother and The Peafowl” by J. Shire

Submitted to Contest #86

The sunlight burns through my eyelids as I try to stare directly into the blazing bright yellow ball of gas. I want to see what the sun looks like with my own two eyes. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I try, my eyes never seem to cooperate.A little blue bird creature appears from the trees in the woods and sits next to me.“What are you doing?” the bird creature asks me.“I’m trying to look at the sun,” I reply.“Why?”“I want to get a good look at it, try to see it for what it really is.”The bird creature seems to be confused by my answer. An...

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“Benny” by J. Shire

Submitted to Contest #85

*Warning: This story contains violence based on the true story of the countless victims of the “War on Drugs” regime in the Philippines. https://time.com/philippines-rodrigo-duterte-drug-war-local-photographers/ ---That’s the thing about this city, it never changes. Empty lots turn into subdivisions, old buildings get torn down to put up even bigger ones, and the exuberant little kids playing in the streets suddenly become grandparents stuffing their grandchildren with endless supplies of Choc Nut candy. But the chaotic ignorance that dwells...

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“Coffehouse” by J. Shire

Submitted to Contest #81

It was getting dark outside. We just sat there, opposite each other with a small round table in between us -- black coffee on my side, caramel frappe on hers. A bleak air of awkwardness was enveloping around us. We could barely look at each other eye to eye. I didn’t want to sit by the window where passersby outside could witness our humiliating and yet delicate disputes, like we were on display as the main attraction of the coffeehouse, but she was already seated there when I arrived. “I hear you got a new job,” she said with her eyes look...

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“Why Do I Keep Breathing? / Videotape” by J. Shire

Submitted to Contest #60

Inhale.And so, the air we breathe no longer offers vitality; it kills as much as it takes life. It reeks of burning metal, the dampness of abandoned concrete buildings, and the unholy aroma of rotten flesh. The air is death. Every inhale is a step closer to seeing your God. Jesus Christ, Buddha, Vishnu, Allah, it doesn’t even matter, everyone is painfully desperate to see what’s on the other side. These days, the thought dying is more of a relief than a worrisome burden. “There is nothing left to live for,” a friend of mine would say ev...

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“Aconite” by J. Shire

Submitted to Contest #47

You check the time. Perfect. As intended, you've arrived fashionably late.“You’re late again.”“Sorry. I got stuck in traffic.”“I thought you were gonna use the ‘I forgot something on the way’ excuse again.”You’ve always been late for work. In fact, you don’t even remember the last time you’ve been on time. You arrive late on purpose because you don’t like waiting. You prefer to have people wait for you.“You’re lucky the boss takes it easy on you. He’s not so nice with the other fellas.”“That’s because I always get shit done. It’s all a...

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