Jasmine A Taber

“To Be Transparent” by Jasmine A Taber

To Be TransparentWhen I died there was no pain. No bright lights. No one there to hold my hand and take me away. I remember seeing a Jeep Cherokee out of my window in the backseat. The next thing I knew I was waking up and stepping outside of the car. When I looked back I saw my own body. I still looked like I was wearing that same skin when I looked in the mirror. Only it's fainter, more see through, but who i am now is completely detached from the girl in the backseat that day.My parents died that day too, but they’re in their forties so i...

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“The Lights” by Jasmine A Taber

I kept close to the taillights in front of me. A safe distance, but not enough to lose the car attached to the lights. Around 5AM the fog arrived. First, only appearing for a short while and then disappearing as I broke through its barrier, but now the fog seems never ending. When I first entered the fog again, my view of the road was almost entirely obstructed. I wanted to slow down or pull off, but I feared that a car might come up on me too fast and I'd risk a collision. Then these lights merged in front of me. They seemed to know where t...

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“Keep the Memory Alive” by Jasmine A Taber

Submitted to Contest #225

The Beatles. Fleetwood Mac. Duran Duran. The Beatles again. Queen. The Cranberries. Chicago. The Beatles.I already own every Beatles album.I finish sifting through yet another box of vinyls and stand up to wipe the dust off of my knees. I love coming to the antique mall, but it’s so large and it’s sometimes hard to find the hidden gems. I’ve been collecting vinyls for years, it’s a hobby of mine. Cleaning the kitchen becomes a less mundane task when the turntable in the living room transports you like a time machine to any concert by any ban...

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“The Night Watchman” by Jasmine A Taber

Submitted to Contest #219

The old swivel chair creeks underneath Lewis as he leans back and fiddles with a Rubix cube. I have my eyes fixed on the screens. He leans forward and places the colorful cube in front of me, one side done.“Do you have any clue what today signifies, my friend?”“Uhm. No.”“They never told you about the guy you replaced?”“Nope. What guy?” I only just began working here a couple of weeks ago.“There used to be another security guard on the night watch, just like us. Used to sit right here in these chairs and lean back and watch the monitors. He u...

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“Robin” by Jasmine A Taber

Submitted to Contest #209

The sun reflects on the windshield, causing temporary blindness and illuminating the filth that has accumulated since I last went through the car wash. I squint like I need a rather thick pair of glasses and pull down the sun visor. The road begins to repaint itself in front of my eyes.We are on a long stretch of highway, single lane, that is completely surrounded by trees on either side. Other than the occasional gap between them that's filled with nothing but tall grass. The road is mostly shaded, but open spaces between the trees and bran...

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“Psycho 101” by Jasmine A Taber

Submitted to Contest #198

[Contains mentions of drug abuse]“Ronnie, could you tell us who this quote is from?” I could hear the voice faintly, but I wasn’t able to acknowledge it. I felt a soft smack against my left cheek and it startled me back to consciousness. On the floor next to my desk was a crumpled up piece of paper. I turn my attention to Dr. Moore, our Psychology teacher. He’s not a doctor in the traditional sense, but he has a doctorate, so he doesn’t think that “Mr.” is a proper title.“Tell me, Mr. Marlow. What can I do to keep your attention?” ...

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