James V

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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“Hong Kong” by James V

Submitted to Contest #291

Terry had crossed a city he barely understood, among people whose language he could not speak. And yet, with her, none of it felt foreign. They had only just met, but it was as if they had lived a lifetime together in these few hours. The tangled streets, the neon lights shimmering in puddles, the weight of something unspoken between them—it wrapped around him like a spell. He followed blindly, mesmerized, as she led him deeper into the labyrinth of Hong Kong’s backstreets.Then she stopped.The stench of rot hung in the damp air. Weeks-old ga...

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“The Preachers of Times Square Don’t Want You to Forget” by James V

Submitted to Contest #288

The preachers of Times Square stood lined up on their makeshift pulpits—soapboxes, overturned crates, cardboard stands—each delivering their daily sermons to anyone willing, or unwilling, to listen. They came in all forms: different faiths, different beliefs, different levels of sanity. This was the reality of the city—freedom of expression at its most unfiltered, ready to invade your mind with the most incoherent ramblings you’d ever hear.A storm was coming. The wind was crisp, cutting through the city streets as Sarah and Joseph walked tog...

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“The Bookie Boys” by James V

Submitted to Contest #286

“I swear to God himself, Earl Morrall should be shot, and if they need someone to do it, I’ll drive down to Baltimore right now to make sure that useless sack of shit never touches the football field again.” Isaac slammed his hand against the steering wheel, his rage bubbling over as he ranted about the Baltimore Colts’ humiliating defeat to the New York Jets in Super Bowl III. They’d lost to Joe Namath and the Jets, and Isaac wasn’t about to let it go.Ten minutes into this tirade, Louis, sitting in the passenger seat, let out a long sigh. T...

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“Men Grow Together ” by James V

Submitted to Contest #282

Sunrise. Shivering. The advertised 32 degree sleeping bag did not stand up to the 25 degrees that it was outside the tent. Henry's eyes fluttered open with the normal sleepies being replaced with that it felt like ice. He looks around the tent and the subjects that he is studying are not in there with them. Henry reaches around until he finds his watch and takes a look; 8:38. Surely he can’t be the last one up. He gets up from his sleeping bag and throws on his boots. God it is so cold he thinks to himself. He grabs his blankets lined jacket...

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Author bio

Just a history teacher who is just working on his writing.