Jane Syphert

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (12)

12 Stories

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β€œWhat would you do if a witch asked for your name?” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #88

Christina knocked on the door in front of her a little harder, knuckles stinging. The witch finally opened the door. The graying skin sagged off her face, and sent a slight shudder down Christina's spine. The witch was well known throughout the land as one of the best witches for people who wanted to get out. Christina held up a small, amulet carved with a careful touch, in front of her. "Is it true that you sent her awa...

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β€œRings Really Shouldn't Be Thrifted.” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #68

β€œI hate cooked carrots.” ο»Ώ ο»Ώβ€œAre you serious? That’s the big secret? That’s what you were waiting all day to tell me?” Cassandra crossed her arms over her chest, and glared at Valerie. ο»Ώ ο»Ώ"Nah. I wanted to tell you something bigger, but I thought that a nice icebreaker could work to my benefit." Valerie fidgeted with one of the loose strings in her gloves. They were handmade, and looked the pa...

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β€œProposals can be lame.” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #51

Jay didn't usually recognize beautiful things around her. She didn't believe in the magic that filled her entire world. She thought herself rather sensible. The fire that raged inside of her was only scientific. But there was one thing that she thought was completely magical. That was the stars. She was currently laying on her back on a grassy slope staring at the heavens. It was midnight, and she couldn'...

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β€œInto the Unknown” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #51

Erik looked toward the horizon. Again. He was leading a group of adventurers somewhere. The only reason he had been allowed to lead the party was because of a power that he considered rather useless. He could hear the soundtrack of the world. Sometimes boss music shocked him to wakefulness and the party would get ready to fight. But now, it felt like his powers were going haywire. It was calling him. Somewhere. <...

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β€œWhy must mysteries be solved?” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #51

The well was beautiful. People came from all over to stare at the well. It was the only part of Mountxase that was interesting. Everything else seemed more average than the most boring town ever. The well had a statue of a beautiful girl on it and mythical wish-granting power.Β  Well, it used to have mythical wish-granting power. Now, all it had was a thin layer of algae growing on its bottom, and a crap t...

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β€œNever volunteer to clean wells.” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #50

Erik was sitting at the edge of the well, looking into its waters. He had followed the voice to a small town, even though it had killed most of his party. He stared at the statue adorned on the top of the well. She was beautiful. He wished he could trade places with her."Excuse me, young man, do you mind helping me?" An elderly woman stood near the edge of the well with a bucket of sudsy water and a grim expression. "Princess Christina is coming to help in a while, but I don't know what I can do in that time."...

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β€œFidget Cubes, a prince, and a treehouse” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #50

Isaac could proudly say that he was not like other girls. For one thing, he was a boy. For another, he was sixteen and still played in a treehouse. You couldn't quite call it playing, seeing as he spent most of his time there staring at one of the walls and thinking. He liked thinking. He liked it so much that he would evade the palace guards so that he could do it in peace. He had also built and furnish...

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β€œThe Voyagers” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #50

Princess Christina scrunched her brow in concentration. On one hand, she was holding a report and the other was skimming over the silky fabric of her dress. She wasn't required to wear a dress, but she enjoyed the whimsical feeling of wearing one. The report in her hand was from her father, King Conch. It said something about the Holiday and she was a little worried that he was canceling it. Her eyes widened, an...

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β€œAmnesia sucks, bro.” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #49

His head hurt. That was all that he could think about right now. He could see yellow lights to his left, but that was it. The yellow lights rolled nearer and stopped when they had almost reached him. A car door opened and closed again, and he felt someone helping him up. The sudden motion of being upright again sent his head spinning and he felt his vision blacken. When he woke up again he w...

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β€œ"Buy your brownies and go, Karen."” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #49

Jay sighed, her upper lip curling in disgust. If there was one thing she didn't like, it was waiting. She had always been mature for someone her age, but most nine-year-olds weren't doing what she was. Most nine-year-olds were playing outside instead of shopping for food. Most nine-year-olds weren't scrounging for food. So, yeah, she was more mature than most other nine-year-olds.She could see a little old lady in line in front of her, a cart filled to the brim with memory candies. Jar after jar filled with colored hard ...

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β€œThe Ocean” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #48

The Conch family wasn't always royal. Some of Christina's earliest memories were in a small fishing hut. That's right, King Conch used to be a fisherman. So, Christina was around the ocean for most of her young life. She loved the ocean with every inch of her being and cared more about it than she did certain people. The ocean had never been cruel to her. The ocean had never hurt her. An...

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β€œI put the fun in funeral” by Jane Syphert

Submitted to Contest #47

Isaac looked down at his watch. Perfect. Five more minutes. The guard to his right looked down at him with a look of disturbed unbelief. "I'm sorry, Dave, this is how it has to be." "Sir, you have to go in. They will start without you, and that would make you look real bad. Please get into the car." Dave had been one of Isaacs' favorite guards as a child and remained so in adult life. No one else put up w...

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She/her I like writing stories, and I wanted to get them out there. I am in several fandoms. Please enjoy my stories.