Jackson Brown

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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8 Stories

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“Shattered” by Jackson Brown

Submitted to Contest #186

I’ve always preferred justice to mercy. It may sound almost morbid, but it’s true. Allow me to explain, in the form of a metaphor. I know metaphors are typically Julie’s domain, but allow me to give it a shot: Justice is like a father to me. I miss it in the mornings, when all we have is mercy, When children run wild, throwing stones and breaking pots. Mercy is like a mother. I do love mercy, I do, But when justice comes home at the end of the day, The children stop running and the pots get fixed, The damage is undone and the criminals are s...

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“The 7-Year-Old Genius” by Jackson Brown

Submitted to Contest #151

“Marcus, dinner’s ready!”The warm smell of burning bread wafted from Mom’s kitchen, and he felt his stomach rumble. But it would take much more than hunger pangs to ruffle the feathers of Marcus Angelico, the 7-year-old genius of Sausalito, CA. He felt a cool breeze blow through his thick, uncut hair as the grass tickled and stained his bare feet. The elements, however, could do nothing to break his concentration. This was a boy with a mission: a mission to the moon.His natural workshop, generously provided by Mom, gave him the perfect amoun...

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“Love, Danny” by Jackson Brown

Submitted to Contest #53

Dear Elizabeth, I first met you a few weeks ago. Do you remember? I was walking with my father to the park in Rosemary Square, and we ran into you and your mother. In all my five years of life, I had never seen someone as beautiful as you. We did not talk for long, but before we left you had introduced yourself as Ellie and I had called myself Daniel.  Yes, you may call me Danny.  I have been working up the courage to write for quite some time now. I regret that I haven’t written sooner, but since the newfound disease that my...

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“November” by Jackson Brown

Submitted to Contest #52

Running wasn’t going to help. They were everywhere, and I was running out of time and energy. I felt their silver bracelet grow hotter as it rubbed against my wrist. That’s how you knew it was time; the bracelet started to burn. It burned a brand on your arm, a single word that told you the name of your rocket. We all had one. That way anyone would be eligible to be sent to the moon in the annual journey. I wish that I could’ve taken it off myself, but it was impossible without the key. Besides, at this point, it was too hot to touch. It bur...

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“Banana, Bacon” by Jackson Brown

Submitted to Contest #51

Walk down to the Museum of Natural History, then take the subway to Columbus Circle. Eddie could hear his mother’s voice in his mind as clear as if she were speaking to him now, even though he hadn’t spoken to her for years. Make sure you take the A train to Columbus. No, that wasn’t quite right. Make sure you take the B train to Columbus. Which one was it? He strained his mind, trying to remember. This was a trip he made nearly daily as a kid, but 15 years is long enough to forget even the most important facts. He was already forg...

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“Dots” by Jackson Brown

Submitted to Contest #39

Mama?Yes, my child?What are those dots up in the sky?Those are the stars, Iyabo.What are they made of?They are made of our people. When someone dies, they go up into heaven and become a guardian.How many are there?Only God knows, my child. Too many to number, too many to know.But do you?Do I…?Do you know them?A few of them, yes.Which ones?See that one, right between that cloud and the moon?Yes, mama?That is your great-uncle Abioye. He was a mighty warrior. He won many of our wars for us, and he gave his life for the honor of our people.What ...

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“Play Me For Her” by Jackson Brown

Submitted to Contest #38

It was a small town of no importance, trapped between a mountain and a valley in a country I’m sure that you have never heard of. It was a town so small that nobody shared a birthday, and any potential visitor usually got lost on the way and had to turn back. In this town, there was one nurse, and her house became the only hospital. This house had a guest room, and that guest room had a bed on which every child in the town was delivered. So it was on this bed that Meredith Reusche gave birth to Peter, a beautiful baby boy who 26 years, 117 d...

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“Seeing Double” by Jackson Brown

Submitted to Contest #37

I use to live alone with my mother in an apartment in Queens. The rent was costly, and my mom had to work two jobs to pay for it. I had to walk to school every day because I couldn’t afford to ride the subway. Being a single parent in New York was really hard on my mom. We always dreamed of escaping the city, but we had nowhere else to go. I never had many friends, and as an only child, I felt really isolated. People always ignored me as I walked through the halls of my schools. I thought that no one even knew that I existed until one day wh...

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