Jay Monroe

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Attention” by Jay Monroe

Submitted to Contest #94

I’ve never believed any of it. The air is hot and sticky, and it whirls leaves around my feet. There are decorations everywhere, and this is the first time Mom let me dress up and go trick-or-treating alone. Of course, I am not alone. We scavenge our street for sweets, and then we move over, and we don’t stop until late at night. The nights are light here. When I was choosing where to go for college, it n...

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“Yellow helmet” by Jay Monroe

Submitted to Contest #95

It’s the same thing. It’s always the same thing, over and over, and over, and over again. Be it the streets of Paris, Barcelona, Bangkok, or Toronto, it is always the same thing: You’re destined for great things. Sometimes they even pronounce it in the same voice, with the same dark face, with the same burning eyes, holding my hand, my cards, the ball in front of me, the smoke between their fingers in...

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“Deathless” by Jay Monroe

Submitted to Contest #93

There was a lot of blood on the floor. “I’ll get that.” Kikimora startled where she stood frozen over a dirty table with a handful of half-filled bottles. “Oh. You’re back. He fine?” “He thinks he’s immortal,” Yaga grunted. “Of course he’s not fine.” Where a few hours ago there had been a party, there was a dark mahogany stain. The chair...

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“Magenta” by Jay Monroe

Submitted to Contest #93

It is a flurry of lights, and they drown out the sky. Whichever way I look, it is another sensual overload. There are children playing in water fountains and screeching at game shops, and the thick evening air carries the sound through and above the street. At the bars, open or closed but with doors and windows flung open, adults, young and new, and older, clang their glasses together and chat up a mil...

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“A slipping thought” by Jay Monroe

Submitted to Contest #92

The house sighed. It towered at the edge of the village. From where the girl stood, its shadow must have enveloped the entire village, but the moment she turned around, she momentarily forgot about its existence. It didn’t disappear, for the house couldn’t possibly do something like that, but it slipped her memory and blended with the background. She was determined to enter it.

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