Jazz Minnelli

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Moony” by Jazz Minnelli

Submitted to Contest #52

“See you later Dodge,” I texted. I waited for a reply and getting none, went offline to do the good stuff. And by the good stuff I mean the cool stuff, which was hacking for me. Because we all have that vice which is our downfall or our salvation, and for me it was the latter.Just then, one of my telephones rang. The ugly black one with its paint peeling off which I had scavenged from the scrapyard, which meant the Pig was calling. “Hello,” I said.“Hey Joey. I got a job for ya.”“I’m li...

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“The Search for Inner Peace” by Jazz Minnelli

Submitted to Contest #51

I packed up all my things getting ready to go back home for the weekend. My eyes fell on a small drawing of a man, woman and a young boy and girl, taped onto the clinic wall. I do not know what happened to them, although it was I that drew them from my memory. I just know that I wish I had more time.I pushed back my chair like I always do at the end of the day. I wasn’t tired. I liked knowing that I was helping sick people and trying to give them hope even when I knew they wouldn’t make it through the night. The hope of ...

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“More than Meant to Be” by Jazz Minnelli

Submitted to Contest #50

I kept looking at the door expectantly, watching the people come in and go out of the restaurant. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, and I wondered if I’d even eat tonight. I was nervous — not even the light instrumental music playing in the background or the bright little candles dotting every table could make me calm down — but it was a good sort of nervousness. Looking around, I noticed that there were a few families, but most of them seemed to be couples, all of which were busy chatting or clinking their glasses together and cutl...

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“Bus-Stop Acquaintance ” by Jazz Minnelli

Submitted to Contest #49

The bus-station this particular morning was deserted save for a few people dotting the concrete seats built into the walls of the station. I knew that I had to take the 4.30 bus to Kandy, but I didn’t know which exact bus to take. I was in the mystical foreign land of Sri Lanka that my ancestors had under their grasp a few decades short of a century; however, people that could converse well in English (and not send you on the wrong route, speaking from personal experience) were almost nowhere to be found. Undeterred yet, I decided to ask ...

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Author bio

"Jazz" Minnelli is a senior in high school that writes for fun. She's an avid reader and enjoys painting and playing the guitar (occasionally). She's currently working on a few short stories that will be available soon. Visit her blog here: https://reallyminnelli.blogspot.com/