Jack Malin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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“Lucy and the Writer's Block” by Jack Malin

In an almost effortless way, the day had become night and I was left alone in a sprawling but comfortable position on my bed surrounded by stray Cheetos and Ritz cracker crumbs. The picture might have been one of apathy for some, maybe depression for others, but for me, I was hard at work. I found my subconscious worked best when it was stimulated in the ways of laziness. The more I laid around and stuffed myself with tasty packages of saturated fat, the more likely I was going to come up with the solution to my problem. Any minute now it...

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“Butterflies and Butterknives ” by Jack Malin

               I stood backstage amongst the paint-splattered floor and shelves of props. The brief buzz of the awaiting audience drifted through the curtain and pressed against my ears. Me and the other leads were standing in a circle just off stage. They were talking about something, but I wasn’t really listening. I had retreated far back into the confines of my consciousness. The present moment was filled with nothing but crippling fear. My therapist ...

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“Little Bee, Dreaming” by Jack Malin

The drugs were started to take hold. My consciousness was evolving into a bit of water glistening on a tidal wave. I glanced around at my surroundings. The walls of the central mall were beginning to ripple and breath with me. The colors of the storefronts splashed and blurred like droplets of water on a fresh painting. My friend, John, who was sitting next to me on the bench had dreamy snake eyes and his mouth was gapped open. The darkness in the holes in his face struck me. They appeared to be infinitely deep. He burst out laughing....

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“The Grateful Robot” by Jack Malin

           “Thanks a lot, human.” The little robot’s voice buzzed up at me.            “Yeah,” I said standing back up on the concrete sidewalk with a bent piece of metal in my hand.            “I am grateful for your assistance with my mechanical failure”            “Sure,” I said again with a wave of my hand as I began to continue the walk to my house. It was a nice day outside. Whirrr...

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“Drifting Away” by Jack Malin

The shouts echoed around the kitchen and drifted harshly upstairs, pounding on my door as I laid in my bed and stared at the ceiling. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to hear the hate in their voices. I wanted to be anywhere else. I heard a big crash. My dad yelled something. My mom started crying. I heard feet stomping. The front door slammed close, then total silence. I wasn’t relieved. I didn’t want silence. I wanted the soft sounds. I heard my dad walk up the stairs. I could tell it was him by the sound his shoes made. H...

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“My Mother's Song” by Jack Malin

Sunlight filtered in through the window. It scattered from wall to wall giving warmth to the cold, dusty air. I stood in the doorway, watching as the dust mites sparkled in the light and settled on my former belongings. My bed was situated right where it always had been. Pressed up against the far wall and wrapped in warm striped blankets and sheets. My desk was beside it, still carrying my piggy bank and white lamp. My posters were all hung up and the cloth ribbons draped around the ceiling. The window still shone on the far ...

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“A Leaf Named George” by Jack Malin

I was taking my afternoon stroll through my neighborhood enjoying the crisp fall air when something light as a feather slapped me in the face. Stunned I jerked my body backward and swung my arms in the swimmer’s backstroke fashion to regain my balance. I looked down at the concrete sidewalk below me. The item which had struck me was a fallen oak leaf. The leaf was roughly the size of my hand and had a gradient complexion of red and brown. I bent down to pick up the leaf when it was caught by the wind and shot forward landing a...

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“Limbo’s Halloween Bash” by Jack Malin

The letter came in the mail on Halloween morning. It was addressed to me. I was surprised at first. I was a seventeen year old kid, living at home, in my last year of high school with a short list of people I could call friends. Simply put, I didn't get much mail. My first thought when I got the letter was that it was one of those phony college letters. You know the ones that promise you this “amazing scholarship” because of your “academic decree” but in doing a little research you realize the scholarship only covers like a tiny fraction ...

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“When Blood Reaches the Floor” by Jack Malin

(Trigger warning: Violence, Psychosis) Blank stares across from me told me how little I knew of the world around me. The floor rumbled above the rusty rails that have sat in darkness for their entire lives. Lights from the tunnel flashed by casting the white streaks across the yellow light that hung in the cabin. The floor was a confetti pattern. Shapes of red, yellow, and green danced in the memory o...

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