Jahson Clarke

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2021

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“Unheard cries” by Jahson Clarke

CW: Strong Language The feeling of being unwanted is heart wrenching, but being a ghost is unfathomable. Liam stood by the purring work truck that hugged the shoulder of the road. On both sides of the road stood tall majestic trees and stretches of brush. Liam awaited approval to open the passenger door. He saw the upper part of a silhouette in the truck nod and heard the clicking...

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“Closer To Home” by Jahson Clarke

CW: Strong languageLosing faith in humanity is justifiable... unless you had no faith to begin with.My life surrendered to the demons of the war. Night terrors left me making trips involuntarily to my dresser, occasionally tripping over dress shoes and boxes on the floor. Reliving nightmares over and over again in hopes they would become after thoughts, but only awakening to sweat blotched T’s.   A constant vibration near my head woke me, another on and...

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“When it rains it pours” by Jahson Clarke

CW: Strong language “So, should I end this relationship on the phone or in person? Dylan said. I saw him Jess. I saw a beard before those tinted windows rolled up and don’t give me the oh that was my dealer bullshit…you fucking kissed him.” Little ticking sounds seized the 99’ Ford Mustang. Rain. It started off subtle and slowly gained traction; the midnight skies hi...

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“Reflection hugs” by Jahson Clarke

"What did I do to deserve this pain", she cried. Tears now zig zagging down her once dry pale face; each stream running through her pin needle sized freckles. The therapist hands her a pink rectangle tissue box. "You have to stop blaming others", he said. She obnoxiously filled the tissue with sorrow tears and warranted mucus. "A-are we fucking done here," she uttered.

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“Lovely Game” by Jahson Clarke

A.... soft, silent, sacred breeze traveled. Beer bottles clanked as footsteps shifted the dirt. The sweet aroma of bitternut hickory burning- seduced the midnight air. "Your Turn", she said. A rambunctious belch rang through the calm night. A middle-aged man with a beer gut and reeking breath of one too many beers, sat down in the chair. "Umm...I dare you to make out wit...

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22 year old freelance writer. Just trying to improve my writing.