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Jack Askhim

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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The Breasts of Destiny

Jack Askhim

Submitted to Contest #299

mild sexual content and drug useJust a few more sentences and I’ll be done. I poured myself another scotch, proud of my work.A battle was lost. A battle was won. The princess was saved. The prince now wanted his just reward.They met on the battlefield at the top of a hill. She had held her breath—and her ample triple-Z bosom—as she watched her prince defeat his foe. Her tiny waist amplified her ample buttocks. She finally exhaled, then began breathing rapidly in and out as she watched her hero approach.He was excited too. The prince had the ...

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A Dark and Stormy Time

Jack Askhim

Submitted to Contest #297

Sexual contentIt was a dark and stormy night. Martha awoke with a start at the sudden sound of thunder. She shakes her partner awake.“Hey Frank—Frank—Frank—”Frank was an older, middle-aged, younger man in his mid-forties, which meant, depending on the weather, he felt somewhere between twenty-two and seventy. He had been married to Martha for many years—a beautiful-for-her-age mother of two cats.Without thought or ceremony, he turned toward Martha and made advances—less passion than muscle memory. A loud clanking echoed from somewhere outsid...

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With Artistic Intent

Jack Askhim

Submitted to Contest #296

CW: Contains themes and/or references to sex and exploitationMonica's day had begun so well. John, her boyfriend, had called before breakfast to ask her out again. She felt a momentary pang of regret as she turned him down, but she could not let him think that he was in control. Besides, she had a good reason this time; her woman's group was to appoint her to lead the fight against the exploitation of women, certainly no place for a man.Yes, the day had been perfect -- right up to the moment that she received the phone call. Jane, her lawyer...

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My Sisters Brother

Jack Askhim

Submitted to Contest #295

The interrogation room was bright, cold, and bare. It was barely a ten-by-ten room with a desk, three chairs, and a mirror. The two detectives, John, an older tall overweight man, and Lisa, a young, pretty fresh-out-of-the-academy woman, had Jean pushed back into the corner. John took the lead, inching his chair closer and closer to Jean, crowding him, deliberately intimidating him. Jean was an extraordinarily thin young man in his mid-twenties.“Tell us again how you know this girl.” The big burly man inched closer.“The truth will set you fr...

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Who Let the Dog Out?

Jack Askhim

Submitted to Contest #294

A Phone Call"Hola.""Papa?""Yes.""I am sorry to bother you at work, but you have to come home right now. There is something wrong with Mom.""What do you mean, 'something wrong'?""She is—I don’t know—broken.""What are you talking about? If you kids would listen when she speaks, she wouldn’t yell as much.""No, she is not yelling. That is what I am saying. She is not saying anything.""You are not making any sense at all. What is she doing?""She is sitting at the breakfast nook—quietly.""Look, Nina, I am very busy, and you are not making any sens...

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The Proposal

Jack Askhim

Submitted to Contest #50

It was a nice day except for the constant sound of the bombardment. Two sergeants run with heads hung low hanging on to their helmets. They run past the major generals’ tent. “Sergeant”!  The major general’s head appeared out of his tent. Both men turn to address the general. They salute. “Sir”, they say in unison. The general addresses the older of the two men. An overweight mid-thirties cliché. “Was I talking to You”? “Sir, I – No sir.” “Then why are you still here?” A shell explodes nearby. The general stands tall but the sergean...

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