Jasmine Bell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Robbing Robin” by Jasmine Bell

Submitted to Contest #102

A/N: This isn't a strong story and I had a different outlook for how it would go. I will come back in a couple months and revisit it :) She looked at the coffee maker sitting on a pristine marble counter. It drew her in, tempting. All she had to do was put in a filter, one of those premade tasteless coffee sacks and a good amount of water and she could go to sleep. Today she had made a mental resolution t...

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“The Dreamer of Cologne” by Jasmine Bell

Submitted to Contest #99

TW: anti-semitism, violence Cold. Cold. All I feel is the cold. Drenched in sweat, face flushed, but all I can think of were those cold, cold eyes. Dying. Pleading. Emotionless. Praying. Lifeless. Eyes. I stumbled to our makeshift bathroom, ignoring the cries of my baby sister, ignoring the few kids screaming with joy as they played football. Ignoring the shards of broken glass, stinging my feet. No, with the same cold, cold eyes ...

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“Collateral Damage” by Jasmine Bell

Submitted to Contest #98

AN/Warning: Deals with suicide and an internal battle between religion and science. The latter is the main focus of this story. If you are uncomfortable, please skip :). -- “Your order ma’am. Please be careful as the coffee is still very hot” Alex, deep in thought, could not mentally process the message and disregarding the barista’s warning, reached out t...

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“Do You Want a Sandwich?” by Jasmine Bell

Submitted to Contest #97

“Soooooo any suspects?” “We literally just got here dumbass. How am I supposed to draw a list of suspects in the matter of seconds? If I were Sherlock, perhaps, but clearly I am not.” This is no start to a mysterious detective story. On the contrary, we the readers, are subject to a case of a broken window being examined by two youthful children. “Well it m...

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“man 'hat' tan dreams” by Jasmine Bell

Submitted to Contest #97

Yet another dreary night. The humdrum life had become so repetitive, she started to accept it as normal. Among the bustling crowds of the city stood the silhouette of a girl. Head hung low, she inhaled the traces of perfume and tobacco, mixing together to become a homogeneous substance to smoke second hand. It was...enjoyable, though no different from the night before. Her hair was not nicely combed or braided or gelled ...

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