Jace Xen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

12 karma pts

?

“The Timetables of How Much I Miss You” by Jace Xen

I remember, All the time. Truth is, my mind is a Time Machine, in existence, all the time. I remember that I was born at the dawn of the millennium, May 9th. And I remember soon after, years barely beginning to glimpse; something, somethings, caught my eye. Starting at only two I’d go to my Dad’s laptop, type plane pictures, and voilà: airliners.net It would take some more time, when double digits began rolling in, and then Wikipedia showed me current flights and current airlines, now and then. Reference links would uncover archives, written...

Read story

“Dear Secret” by Jace Xen

In the era of influencers and accessibly techno-aristocratic sensationalism, I understand better the sentiment of "Hello, You." The Taurean narrator enunciating gravelly dialogue to the curious and irrevocable In addition to the highly stratified, superficially diverse array of vloggers and streamers depicting gaming and supernatural measuring worlds, dawns a new wave of 'educators', aesthetically intersectional being their brags to riches. I feel tugged, reassuring refreshing voices of the rule-oriented unfortunately surrounded by affluence...

Read story

“É-tag Ned-log” by Jace Xen

Disclaimer: *Although briefly skittered over, if any form of horrifying suspense or violence is triggering, please, scroll to another story instead. Thank you.*The tedious in-between of constructing a tap choreography as your means of seeing tomorrow down a gravelly slope designed for free running, followed by a careful landing into a squat, to ensure the longevity of your toes and ankles, while maintaining balance in entirety so as to be adjacent with rather than tumbling into the sea. As rampant ventilating slows to relieving exhales,...

Read story

“Trickling Chance” by Jace Xen

Submitted to Contest #283

Cityscapes, The umbrella term consisting of the last settings many a souls aside from weathered locals would imagine, let alone recognize, as relaxing. The date was the dwindling days of a closing month of the calendar year. Which calendar/s? Fifty years prior, seasons as quantifiable was as alluring of an illusion as was the twist of manipulating aesthetics into a candy cane fantasy with a crucifix adorned athame. Nowadays, whenever that be, thanks to the delayed gratification of acknowledging Salvador Dal...

Read story

Author bio

Jace Xen has not written a bio yet!