Jax S

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Just Us Three” by Jax S

I don’t believe in signs from the universe. I don’t think any of us do. But I think we can all agree, this wasn’t supposed to work. It seemed like destiny until it didn’t. Until it seemed like we were being torn apart. I guess that’s what makes this my exception. Because despite everything, we’re still together. It still feels like it's just us three, up against the world. We can only hope that it will stay this way forever. The world seems to have other plans. But who knows how things will turn out. I guess you could call this a love story....

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“Red Cups” by Jax S

Submitted to Contest #93

Bright colored lights flashed through the room from smart bulbs, controlled by someone’s phone. Music boomed through Bluetooth speakers set up around the house. A phone was passed from person to person, as they each added songs to the Spotify queue. A folding table covered in a dollar store plastic tablecloth was pushed against the wall. Plastic bowls of chips, plastic cups, and a box of cheap wine sat upon it. A cooler sat next to it, filled with beer and Whiteclaws. Drunken damsels slumped onto armchairs and couches, only to be picked up b...

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“Taking After Inspiration” by Jax S

Submitted to Contest #91

My backpack thudded against my back as I walked down the cracked sidewalk of the city. Drivers were impatient on the streets as they tried to weave through the 5 o’clock traffic to get home in time for dinner. Some of them wanted to get home to their wives and children. Some wanted to get home to a loving girlfriend. Some wanted to get home to a fluffy pet. And some had no one at home, but simply wanted to be rid of another boring day. I was closest to the last type. Although, not that close. While all of these people honked their car horns ...

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“The Endangered Garden” by Jax S

Submitted to Contest #90

The loud chime of the clock rang once, twice, three, four times, each one shuddering the floor of the clocktower, and therefore, Teo. He got up, bones still clattering from the vibrations, picked up his brown leather-covered case, and ran down the winding steps of the tower, out into the crisp early autumn air. He sprinted across the cobblestone streets, short mousy hair blowing across his forehead. The afternoon sun shone, reflecting off the water, yet hardly warming up the cool London air. Leaves blew through the wind, and drivers shouted ...

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Author bio

Young author just enjoying writing :) He/they