Jacob Obara

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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3 Stories

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“Who is she.” by Jacob Obara

After taking the dark fluid, he laid comfortably on a bed. A bit later, he found himself in a jerkwater town tied. “Suck it!” a deep weary voice commanded. “What!” he exclaimed. “I said, suck i-i-it!” he was more frightened. He could feebly just dance his body tied on a queer chair. The room was so hostile that he could feel its air in his blood. The little murky bats made an abstruse peculiar chirp that made it more awkward for him. He could not easily help his ears; they were wide open. In the cold night, he could only see a shadow of whoe...

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“This world is mine.” by Jacob Obara

Submitted to Contest #102

“We are meant to bond and break sometimes, there is always a reason to keep them but there is no need to stay with them. Just because there is certain time where the lie and the truth feel the same. That is life and you won’t skip it anyway.” Aidan said as he stretched his hand to reach out the groundnuts. Neithan stayed mystified with his mind in deep thoughts about Aidan’s breaking topics. “So, what have you got to say?” Aidan said and sticked his face funny with a sneer. “It is not them Aidan, it is her and…” “Yeah I know it is her.” Aida...

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“Memory spot.” by Jacob Obara

Submitted to Contest #101

Staring face to face, my friend Kiise popped out his eyes wide. It was a same trick he used to scare toddlers and those new kids on the block. “Better get those eyes back to their sockets. Otherwise, they make you look awful.” I said as I held my pc sitting back on the couch. Slackly on the settee, I scrolled down watching pop ups and the news headlines. I was stunned when I finally opened a photo of a girl that turned me red. “Augh! What is up man?” Kiise expressed as he came closer to me. “What?” I spoke. “Why are you making your face so s...

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Author bio

I'm a stuck soul to short romance, friendship and adventure stories. You know like caught up in a jungle looking for treasure, a four wheel drive towards the setting sun, a camp on a snowy mountain cuddling, they are some nature in soul memories. Playing guitar melodies watching the stars in a dead nigh. May name is author Jacob and am a literature student.