Jacob Palmilloon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

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“Mistakes, Mended.” by Jacob Palmilloon

Submitted to Contest #54

Whack! I completely failed to expect the broom to the face. I mean, I expected to get my ass beat, just not milliseconds after opening the door. “Ow! FUCK!” I cursed and held my nose as I toppled backwards from the small apartment I used to share. Well, still shared, technically. I hit the hallway floor and curled up sideways to protect my face as my roommate continued to whack me with a broom. “YOU NEVER EVEN TOLD ME YOU AND ACID SHADOW WERE THE SAME FUCKING PERSON!” my roommate shrieked. God I am so glad I managed to clear out the rest of...

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“What You Make Of It” by Jacob Palmilloon

Submitted to Contest #54

“So, it’s about this girl, right? She’s had a tough life, tougher than most people in her entire town have had. She grew up with a family that abused her, had to learn how to steal food just so she could eat, and was surrounded by teachers and adults who just didn’t care about her. She grows up, moves away, and even changes her name so no one from her town would find her. She’s got a completely clean slate, and things start looking up for her for a time.” I glance around the meeting room, hoping my pitch is still being received well. Everyon...

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“Unfamiliar Environment” by Jacob Palmilloon

Submitted to Contest #53

Endless screaming. That, combined with the whirring of the fan, was enough to drive anyone insane. “Ugh! Remind me why we, a couple of winter sprites, have moved to Texas in the middle of summer!” the figure sprawled out on the floor whined at her roommate. Her thin, translucent blue wings spread apart as much as possible in front of the fan. She let her head fall into the throw pillow in front of her, and she screamed. “--!” Her roommate stopped from her typing to look over at the miserable looking sprite. “What was that last bit, Lumi?” T...

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“Sometimes water is more important than blood” by Jacob Palmilloon

Submitted to Contest #53

I can finally be myself. The thought crossed my mind as I was packing up the last of my boxes. It gave me pause enough to think about that sentence a little more, as I crammed the heavy containers into the hand-me-down car I was given. Being the oldest sibling in my family, you’d have expected me to get all of the first things, first phone, first car, first job. My younger brother got all those things, my car being his old one, and my parents don’t know I have a phone. Hopefully they won’t find out until long after I’m gone from here. My sma...

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Author bio

Hello! i'm Jake, a FtM demiguy! I've got lots of ideas for stories, but I have trouble getting them on the page, so i'm trying to improve my writing! i use He/him and They/them pronouns!