Jarkara Kerr-Jones

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Love in the underworld. ” by Jarkara Kerr-Jones

I had finally found her, the love of my life. After 100 years I had found her once again. I would have spent an eternity more searching for her if it need be.I can see her ahead, she is laying down and looking at the grass, twirling the long pieces around her finger. She looks lost and maybe even dazed. She doesn't belong here, she was taken before her time and I was here to rescue her. Carpo, my wife had died, she had been struck by lightning which had been my punishment from Zeus because I refused to bind Prometheus to a rock with my unbre...

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“That's not me...” by Jarkara Kerr-Jones

Submitted to Contest #95

~~~TW: Murder~~~ Two doors stood before me and endless white nothingness all around them. I just stood there staring. I knew that I had infinite time to choose a door but it felt like time was running out and that I needed to make a choice within the next second. How did someone make an impossible choice? The two doors not only looked completely different they offered completely different futures and two very different versions of myself and after I picked one I would never be able to go back and undo what was chosen. The door on the left...

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“Mother knows best. ” by Jarkara Kerr-Jones

Submitted to Contest #94

I was nervous. I had never brought a guy home with me to meet my mom before. Shirly could be a scrutinizing woman with a keen sense of smell for bullshit and sometimes I just want to remain blissfully ignorant.I had told her all about my last boyfriend and it had only taken her an hour of viewing all of his social media to deduce what I couldn't, or maybe what I didn't want to see. All of his red flags and narcissism were laid out in front of me by my mother and even I hadn't been able to deny he was a bit of a wanker. But now that I had fou...

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“Naked in Times Square.” by Jarkara Kerr-Jones

Submitted to Contest #94

tw: assault 5th Street, New York 1:00am. It had been an uneventful day, woke up, got dressed and left for work. Got screamed at by my boss at work, got catcalled on the street, had my normal crummy lunch on my usual bench outside the building because I told myself that I needed fresh air, well as fresh as air could be in New York with 20 million other people breathing the same air as me. I had finished the exact same day that I had everyday. It was like groundhog day and I was living in an endless loop and I hated it. Was it the city...

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Author bio

I identify as a burden & an orphan. Pronouns: MI/LF (I am a mother of two boys)