Jasmine Shouse

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Brandy and Riker Versus the Hurricane” by Jasmine Shouse

Submitted to Contest #60

September 15 The wind howled at the windows with the rain splattering over and over on the panes. Like the big, bad wolf, it seemed determined to blow the house down. Another rattle was all Brandy could take before she slipped out of bed, her toes momentarily curling in the soft carpet. Her dog immediately stood up, stretched, and walked over, tail wagging slightly. Riker's ears fell flat against his head as the wind hammered yet again, but they perked up when Brandy's hand scratched him. Picking up on Riker's unease, Brandy picked up her ...

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“The End” by Jasmine Shouse

Submitted to Contest #46

The End. Even at 15 years old, I knew that writing those words would be cliche as hell, but I truly didn’t care. I’ve been writing since I was in second grade because of a story my teacher had us write about an elf or something. I don’t really remember what it was, but I do remember that I loved telling the story and that, since then, I’ve written as much as I could.  The downside was that I usually gave up an idea halfway through it. I’d get stuck on an idea and want to make come out exactly right. It had to be right. I mean, I rar...

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“Guarding Angel” by Jasmine Shouse

Submitted to Contest #43

With a sharp intake of breath, Molly’s eyes snapped open. Her body froze in place while cramps seized her muscles and her heart pounded in fear. Carefully, she craned her neck to peer at the swathed bundle beside her. Molly moved her free hand to lay a finger just under the tiny nose and let out a sigh of relief as the smallest puff of air brushed against her skin.Most nights played out in similar fashion with Molly waking in terror, afraid to find her baby smothered. No matter how many days passed where her little one would be fine, Molly c...

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“More Than a Game” by Jasmine Shouse

Submitted to Contest #40

I don’t know what to do anymore. It feels like everything is a waste - of time, of energy, of life. I just…Nolan hit the arrow at the bottom of the screen. A box popped up reminding him that the draft would be lost if he continued away from the screen. His finger hesitated while a battle raged inside his mind. The box and the partly written message disappeared, leaving only a name on the screen.“I can’t bother Christopher with this,” Nolan muttered aloud. He set the phone on the desk as his head dropped onto one of his forearms.The phone buz...

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“Courage to Heal” by Jasmine Shouse

Submitted to Contest #25

No matter how difficult the day, there was always peace to be found among the aromatic stacks of books.Andrea took another steadying breath as she paused by the small table at the front of the store, momentarily distracted by the stack of new releases. Her fingers trailed over the glossy embossed cover of the latest Patterson release but resisted the temptation. She was about to move on when a Tom Clancy novel caught her eye. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she remembered a few of her co-workers raving about the latest gam...

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“Thank You For Your Service” by Jasmine Shouse

Submitted to Contest #9

“Thank you for your service.” A woman’s hand reached out to me as she smiled with a look that did not seem to mirror the gratitude in her words.  It took everything in me not to shudder. Instead, I gave her a terse nod and gripped her hand. “Thank you for your support.” My mouth spoke the words automatically, but I tried to convey some warmth in them. It’s the expected response, after all, and I am quite good at doing what is expected of me.  Would I miss the recognition when I no longer wore the uniform? I certainly wouldn’t miss ...

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“Marly's Misadventure” by Jasmine Shouse

Submitted to Contest #8

“Make yourself useful and get up to the crow’s nest,” Darius growled, pushing a metal tube towards Marly. A heavy hand reddened by the sun threatened to cuff the smaller figure.  Marly took a hasty step backwards nearly tripping on the rope coiled at the base of the mast, much to the amusement of the other deckhands. Quickly regaining her footing, Marly moved to the mast, still a little unsteady with the ship’s sway on the water. She tucked the spyglass into the waistband of her britches and started up the ladder. The journey up was na...

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Author bio

A U.S. Navy veteran who loves video games almost as much as books. Co-author of the militaristic fantasy series Sethi's Song.