Jasmine A Taber

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

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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...

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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, ju...

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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 betwe...

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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....

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A writer making an effort to learn and grow.