Jayde Holmes

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“A Taste of Home” by Jayde Holmes

He had not expected to meet another human at an ammonia bar on an ice-ball moon near the galactic core.She had purposely gone to this remote, silicon-based place to avoid meeting other humans. They didn’t even see each other at first, with their environment suits hiding their figures enough to blend into the crowd of large, shaggy people that called this place – both moon and dark circular tavern - home. He was us...

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“Paula's Refuge” by Jayde Holmes

Dream Session #9 Little Paula ran around in a circle outside the cabin and threw the model plane she’d helped her dad make before he died. The engines came to life and with a small, proud roar the little plane flew up, up and away, heading straight towards the giant eyeball in the sky. It came back to her safe, but her smile was gone. There was no way to avoid s...

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“The Complete Beginner’s Guide to Time Travel and the Multiverse” by Jayde Holmes

Sarah was manning the front desk of the library when the zombie-killer walked in. In truth the person probably wasn’t a zombie-killer; the library windows took up an entire wall, and there was no sign of the chaos and bloodshed expected of a zombie apocalypse outside. There was a small part of Sarah that wished there was a zombie apocalypse though. Then she’d be able to march into the backroom where Dena, her manager, was playing Candy Crush and say “look, zombies. Guess it wasn’t a waste of time me borrowing all those zombie stories last...

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“The Wound-Up Heretic” by Jayde Holmes

Due to my status as a condemned sorcerer-turned-heretic, I’ve spent thirty endless days bewitched and confused atop the Tower of Purgatory. The barred window of my cell looks out over the tidy brick streets of Queensroost city, with the Colossus of the Goddess of Order looking over the clockwork markets and temples and common people. Her gaze seems to pierce right through the window, meaning I have to endure her scrutiny if I want any view besides the dark box of stone and mold I am forced to wallo...

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“Endlings” by Jayde Holmes

The Last Human on Earth had reached her destination. Beside her Goldie, the probably-last dog on Earth, barked and wagged her tail. The Last Human looked away from the empty billionaire’s house they had come to and patted Goldie. The poor girl was all skin and bones, just like the Last Human. If the upcoming winter was as bad as the previous one, neither of them would survive.“We made it girl” The Last Human said as Goldie leaned in for harder ear scratches. “Let’s see if Richie Rich here actually did it.”And see ...

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“The Deinonychus Empress in Chicxulub” by Jayde Holmes

The Deinonychus Empress sat on the heat-rock of her favourite city-view balcony. Her attendants strung beads of gold and asteroid pebbles around her body and installed fake feathers to hide how much her coat had moulted. There wasn’t actually much of the city visible from this balcony. Instead, the grounds of the palace stretched on forever, teeming with pristine oasis gardens and magnificent stone buildings in various ...

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““- Don’t Worry About That, Just Go.”” by Jayde Holmes

Warning: This one gets a bit gory. “Can you keep a secret?” “Why would you ask me that right now?” “Mate, I just need to know; can you keep a secret?” “We are locked in an actual dungeon, in a possibly legitimately haunted house, listening to cultists chanting away in Latin, and that is all you have to say to me?” “Look, Jai, don’t take this the wrong way mat...

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“The Broken Heart Pendant” by Jayde Holmes

Tara started her final shift when Exodus landed on the new world. On the surface the thin atmosphere tried to cough up enough wind to move her light grey dreadlocks as she marched over the flat terrain. She led her team to their habitat, glancing back occasionally to see if their contingent of colonists were still following. She had no sympathy for the ones that had fallen behind, leaning against each other to catch their breath, or laying down to cry in the pathetic red ferns that covered the ground. They had been bought out of ...

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“Ground Beneath My Feet vs. Ground Up In The Sky” by Jayde Holmes

I used to be fascinated by the little blueish-white ball in the sky, rather than afraid. My first memory was of my mother teaching me that ground beneath my feet was called ‘earth’ and that ground in the sky was called ‘moon’. Through the glass we would gaze up at the moon, and Mum would tell me stories about the two million people that had gone to sleep in technologically decorated coffins beneath the surface ...

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“The Know It All” by Jayde Holmes

In my earliest memory, Dad saw something on TV that bought up painful memories. I dropped my toys and ran to Mum’s office, clutching her leg as tears streamed down my face. Mum rushed to his side, and from the office I was bombarded with fears I wished I could make go away. Later, they asked me to explain what had happened. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the words, and even if I did, I hadn’t yet realized ho...

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Author bio

Hi I'm Jayde. I am a science fiction writer of questionable talent and a book connoisseur with a habit of buying more books than I ever get around to reading. I’ve been making up stories ever since I can remember, and after spending a few years reviewing other people’s stories I really want to write my own. I’ve found that writing stories is a lot of fun and really rewarding, but sharing them is harder. The thought of other people reading my work is terrifying, which I know is a silly, self-defeating way to think about it. If you like what I post here, you might like to follow my blog at https://jaydeholmes.com/ You can also follow me on Twitter here https://twitter.com/LJHolmes6