James Seamone

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Distracted Driving” by James Seamone

Submitted to Contest #259

“Is nobody going to say it?” a thin dark-haired teen with a Friday the 13th t-shirt said lighting a joint. “This is how horror movies start.” “Oh, come on Mark, it was just a raccoon or something.” Replied a red headed girl in a cheerleader uniform.“That was a big ass raccoon. Just look at that damage.” The tall, muscular blond in a high school football jacket was leaning over the brand new ’87 Jeep Wagoneer, picking broken pieces of blood smeared plastic from the busted headlight. “At least the bulb isn’t broken. Just the outside plastic. S...

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“Good Sort Of People” by James Seamone

Submitted to Contest #251

I did odd jobs for Mrs. Maplewood. Mowed her lawn, raked her leaves, minor household maintenance and repairs. I have been doing these jobs for her for the past five years, started just before her husband died in that car accident.I was twelve years old and delivered papers at the time. Mr. Maplewood was sitting on the front steps waiting for me one morning. He asked me if I would like to do some odd jobs for them as they were getting older and could not keep up with it all. He offered to pay me so much more than I was getting delivering pape...

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“You Can't Go Back” by James Seamone

Submitted to Contest #234

Trigger warning: Mental Health, Abuse, Self Harm Looking back at the happiest day of my life, my wedding day, I realize how blind I was. I wish I could go back and warn myself of the hell I would put myself through. She was beautiful, still is considering what she put me through. Beautiful but crazy. Her whole family was for that matter. I was blinded by those pretty eyes and that playful smile. That playful smile it turns out was the inner psycho anticipating hurting me. There were signs of course. A major shift in mood here...

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“New Friend” by James Seamone

Submitted to Contest #234

“We have all the time in the world.” The large scruffy man said as he tightened the knots around the terrified woman’s wrists. “All the time in the world.” Tina wanted to scream but the balled-up rag in her mouth and the duct tape prevented that. Snot clogged her nostrils making it hard to breathe. Wide eyed, she looked around the room for a way to escape or some other help. The walls were made from logs that had no bark and were heavily varnished. The sparce furniture was rustic cabin furniture, hand made with care and skill. One big ope...

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