Jason Ivey

“White Noise” by Jason Ivey

Everything was ready for the ritual. “I’d say we’re just about ready to begin” murmured the old man. The dank air in the cellar hung with a certain stillness; today was a day where the weather could send a chill down your spine without even a hint of paranormal involvement. Ten or so faces nervously peered at each other in the dimly lit room, while a damp smell massaged their nasal passages. Heartbeats increased, hairs stood on end and cold sweat bathed the spectators. The old man straightened himself up and cleared his throat, announcing lo...

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“The Man In The Mirror” by Jason Ivey

Submitted to Contest #101

The man in the mirror stares at me. As I feel his eyes lock with my own, I try to deflect my gaze, but I am compelled to look. It’s difficult to face up to yourself, no holds barred, but sooner or later the time comes when you must take a critical look at yourself. I am watching the mirror, my eyes fixed on the monitor screen. It presents figures, graphs and charts, almost as if trying to prove its efficacy to me - not that it needs to convince me. I have no choice.I know what I have done. So does the mirror. They used to say it was bet...

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“Daddy's Eyes” by Jason Ivey

Submitted to Contest #100

“Mummy…where did I come from?” Breakfast: eggs and soldiers. Rebecca’s new favourite. Of course, we didn’t need food any more - how could humanity go on existing if demand outweighed supply? But it was good to eat traditionally every now and then, to feel the warmth of the food, the texture in your mouth, the nice feeling of fullness in your stomach. “Well…” began her Mummy. “It all started when I met your Father…”“Where is Daddy?” interjected Rebecca. “Eggs and soldiers aren’t the same without Daddy doing the voices...” she lamented.&n...

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“Celestial Phenomenon Over Nuremberg, 1561” by Jason Ivey

Submitted to Contest #99

Nuremberg: April, 1561. Hans inhaled the fresh dawn air as he made his way through the narrow, empty streets from his modest dwelling to his printing workshop. The city was still sleeping, but Hans liked to wake before dawn when his body would allow - there was always much work to be done. The sky was clear, its purity untainted by clouds, and though the sun was still yet to rise, one could be assured that a glorious day was in order.  Hans crossed the Pegnitz river by way of the Flesh Bridge. The river was calm, lackadaisically slith...

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“Come In Number Seven, Your Time Is Up!” by Jason Ivey

Submitted to Contest #98

The cries of gulls circling overhead punctuated the sound of the gently rolling waves. A fresh summer breeze stroked Galen’s face as he lay in the sun’s radiant warmth. With his eyes closed, he reached out with his left arm and was met with the warm body of his best friend and wife, Elena. The laughter of his two children, Jonathan and Jacqueline, splashing and playing together in the lapping waters added to the aural tapestry. Galen inhaled the salty sea air and took a moment to reflect: though perhaps not quite the life he had imagined as ...

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“Jack” by Jason Ivey

Submitted to Contest #97

John’s life changed the day there was a knock on his kitchen window. John was a spiteful, bitter man. He felt the world owed him something, and yet his job - his livelihood - had been cruelly snatched away from him. Angry that he had been denied the opportunities open to others, John hated the world, and the world hated him, as he hated himself. While others were blessed with success, he was cursed with misfortune. His dear mother, an angel, the one beacon of light and hope in his dark childhood, was dead, and his father - his father, wh...

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