Jacob Chudnovsky

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

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5 Stories

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“The Color of Sapphires” by Jacob Chudnovsky

Submitted to Contest #215

I see you seated at the bar by yourself. You look so much more beautiful without the stage makeup and garish costumes. You are wearing a simple light-blue dress that accentuates your bronze skin. Your jet-black hair flows down to your shoulder blades, and your dark-brown eyes stare into the distance. In this room full of Hollywood celebrities, wealthy socialites, and assorted sycophants who worship the ground you walk on, why did you choose to sequester yourself away from the crowd? Perhaps because you know what day it is. Your mind may not ...

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“Redlining” by Jacob Chudnovsky

Submitted to Contest #206

I’m not a dog person.I’ve tried. I really have. But even the sweetest puppies become stressed and start growling in my presence. They can sense my anxiety and terror.I don’t blame them. I was walking home alone after dark. I was a scrawny six-year-old, small for my age. But growing up in the small village of Korovino near Kiev, I knew every human, pig, and sparrow and felt no fear.I picked up Nick from my ex-wife’s house in the South Side on an unseasonably warm Friday evening in December. I had my son for the weekend. As we walked to t...

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“Little Angel” by Jacob Chudnovsky

Submitted to Contest #159

He was yelling and throwing food at dinner again last night.“You made mashed potatoes! I hate mashed potatoes! I wanted French fries!” I’ve grown to hate the sound of his voice, not to mention the look of his hate-filled, beady little eyes.“You had French fries yesterday, Jack,” I answered calmly.“I don’t care!” he screamed, “I wanted French fries today! And you made mashed potatoes! It’s not fair!”I looked at Ellen, sitting across the table from me and next to Jack. But she was looking at her phone with headphones on, as usual.“Just because...

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“Snow Leopard” by Jacob Chudnovsky

Submitted to Contest #157

I gently tap her on the cheek. No reaction. I tap harder. Her eyelids flutter, and her breath speeds up for a second but then slows down again. I grab her shoulders and shake her. Still no reaction. She’s very deep under. I must have overdone it with the ether. Getting sloppy in my old age.I walk to the kitchen, pour a glass of cold water, then return to her and pour the water over her face. There we go. Finally.Her eyes pop open, and her body strains against the ropes. It takes her a couple seconds to fully wake up and take in her surroundi...

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“Trust Me” by Jacob Chudnovsky

Submitted to Contest #156

When I walk into Rainbow Records tomorrow, with a fully loaded AR-15 in my bag, know this: I am not doing it out of hate. I am doing it out of love. I love America. America is the land of George Washington and Henry Ford, Ernest Hemingway and John D. Rockefeller, John Wayne and Babe Ruth. Rugged white men who loved hard work, hard drink, and soft women. America is not the land of brown people, and it’s not the land of homosexuals. To be clear, I don’t hate brown people or homosexuals. I never use slurs or other hateful words to descr...

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