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Jax Wilder

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

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Recipe for the Perfect Love Match

Jax Wilder

Submitted to Contest #270

Ingredients:1 Client (a man, heart bruised but still open)1 Matchmaker (a woman with more intuition than she knows what to do with)2 Pinches of undeniable chemistry1 Scoop of shared secretsA handful of longing1 Brush of fingers (start slow, increase heat as needed)1 Unexpected late-night conversation1 Cup of vulnerability (heaping)2 Scoops of self-discoveryA sprinkle of laughterA generous serving of trust (to bind the ingredients)1 Slow-burning romance1 Intimate weekendA dash of risk (optional, but recommended for maximum flavor)1 Bold confe...

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The Keys to Everything

Jax Wilder

Submitted to Contest #269

The keys jingled in my hand, and I felt my heart leap like a spark ready to catch fire. “This is it,” I whispered, barely containing the excitement bubbling up inside me. My very own place in the city. The tiny brass teeth pressing into my palm were the key to everything I’d ever wanted—freedom from the small town where I’d spent my entire life, a fresh start with a real teaching career, a space that was truly mine. I slid the key into the lock, savoring the quiet click as the door opened. “Damn, Mara,” Bri said, poking her head inside. “Thi...

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Echoes of Yesterday

Jax Wilder

Submitted to Contest #268

The shrill ring of my phone pierced through the quiet of my apartment, startling me. I glanced at the screen and froze. The caller ID was my own name. Not a friend, not a family member, but me. Heart pounding, I hesitated, fingers hovering over the answer button. My mind raced, trying to come up with some rational explanation for why I was receiving a call from myself. Then, curiosity got the better of me. I answered. “Hello?” My voice came out breathy, almost afraid. “Don't go back to him.” The voice on the other end was unmistakable—my voi...

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Friday the 13th

Jax Wilder

Submitted to Contest #267

The storm had been brewing all day, an ominous black sky that only got darker as the hours passed. Perfect for a Friday the 13th, especially one in October. Flynn and I had been working all day at Rewind Rentals, the shop busy with locals picking up horror films to fuel their spooky movie marathons. Upstairs, at the Rewind Theater, we'd been showing a lineup of old-school classics—Freddy Krueger, Halloween, even The Company of Wolves for the hardcore fans. I was setting up the projector in the small, cozy theater room, a bowl of popcorn rest...

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Written in Spell

Jax Wilder

Submitted to Contest #266

The bell above the door chimed softly as I stepped into The Arcane Room. The wooden floor creaked under my feet, the sound familiar and almost comforting. Shelves lined the walls, filled with vials of mysterious liquids, bundles of herbs, and crystals that seemed to hum with energy. The scent of sandalwood mixed with something earthier—maybe sage—filled the air, winding its way around me like a comforting but heavy blanket. I inhaled deeply, grounding myself in the space. I came here for a reason. I know what I need. At least, I thought I di...

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The Art of Desire

Jax Wilder

Submitted to Contest #266

The spell was more complicated than I had anticipated, requiring ingredients that weren’t exactly standard fare in our spell kits. I had to gather them all under the cloak of night, sneaking through the shadows of the campus, hoping no one would ask too many questions. First, there was the lock of hair from a true artist—this one I “borrowed” from the head of a particularly talented upperclassman who had a habit of brushing his hair in the common room. Next, a drop of ink from a quill that had written a masterpiece. For that, I made a visit ...

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