Jed Cope

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

Stories (83)

83 Stories

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“The World On A Pedestal” by Jed Cope

He is totally amazing! He really is. I’m not just saying this. I mean, I know I am biased because I am his number one fan. I still find that funny. Of course I am his number one fan. I was there from the very beginning. I’ve been there every step of the way. No one knows him like I do. No one has shared his struggles and his pain. No one has...

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“Face The Music And Dance” by Jed Cope

BZZZT! BZZZT! She picked the phone up in one fluid and automatic motion. She barely checked the screen, never recognised the numbers anyway. “Hello?” she asked the inanimate object. “Lila.” A single world came back at her from a world away. From another life. A word she had never heard here. That voice. ...

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“The Show Must Go On” by Jed Cope

Cold. It’s so cold. I awake shivering, wondering how I got so cold. It is a wonder that I have slept in this state. How is that even possible? I sit up and I wrap my arms around me, holding some semblance of warmth in my beleaguered frame. This is wrong. This is all so very wrong. What happened to me? Did someone spike my drin...

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“Rude Words Will Harm You” by Jed Cope

“Do you kiss your children goodnight with those foul lips of yours?” The way he said those words was confrontational and then some. There was a twinkle in his eye, but there was no humour to be found there, only something like malice. Like malice, only much, much worse. “What do you mean?” Shirley blurted. “You know full well what I mean…” he told her. “I ha...

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“Or So I Herd...” by Jed Cope

I assumed it was a typo. But then I’m paid not to make assumptions, so I shelved that badly educated guess of mine and fiddled with something that might resemble an open mind, rereading the note that had been written in headache-inducing handwriting that was not at all helped by the gaudy red ink. The ink was from a fountain pen, smudged here and there just in case I wasn’t finding the spiderlike scrawl d...

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“Further Down The Tracks” by Jed Cope

“And that is why rail tracks are four feet and eight and a half inches apart.” Mr Burton bestowed his dazzling smile upon the class, but somehow managed to make it land on Darren. Darren blushed, but returned the smile all the same. Mr Burton was his hero, or something like that. Mr Burton was cool and he not only knew stuff, he knew how to tell it in a way that made it really interesting to a point that ...

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“Ye Gods!” by Jed Cope

He filled the sink with water. This he did in the usual way. The painstakingly simple and boring way. He could have filled that sink in any number of ways, if he’d been feeling chipper, the sink would have been filled in an imaginatively miraculous way and there’d have been nerve strokingly lovely music accompanying this feat of his. But he just couldn’t be bothered. So he ...

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“The Hole” by Jed Cope

“Don’t ask me how it works, it just does OK?” I can see she doesn’t believe me. She’s angry and her anger blocks everything out, other than the accusation she has levelled at me. Her anger is the righteous judge, she is the appalled jury. I can see my execution looming. “Why can’t you be honest with me!?” she wails this with an anguish that tells me everything I need to know. ...

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“It Wasn't Me” by Jed Cope

“You killed him!” “Well, I…” says the round shouldered man, intently hunched over his computer, his tired, saggy face illuminated by the blue screen glow. The lighting helps him look like a forlorn gargoyle. “He’s dead! And you did it!” says the other occupant of the room as he leans back in his chair watching another screen, a screen linked to CCTV in a way that isn’t at all usual. CCTV t...

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“Politic” by Jed Cope

They tell me I run the universe. I tell them to bugger off and leave me alone. They say that no one can ever know about the power that I wield. I tell them that I wield no such power. They nod and seem happy with this. Then I tell them to bugger off again. The problem is that they don’t bugger off, not until I listen to the pu...

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“Grey Matter” by Jed Cope

The night was in grim mood and wanted the whole world to know about it. The quality of the darkness of this night was brooding and almost teenaged in nature, but the night wasn’t quite in that sort of mood and knew better than to go there. No one needed that in their lives. However, not content with the oppressive darkness, the night wrapped itself in a shroud of clouds and then it wrung them out fiercely...

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“One Little Kiss” by Jed Cope

“I did it for you, darling!” Fran is pouting and trying for a look that she cannot land. She does a lot of this as far as Samuel is concerned, and right now, it is not at all endearing and neither is it alluring. Well, it might be partially alluring. Alluring to a certain extent. A disconcerting extent now that Samuel thinks about it. Those full red lips speak to him, and as for her eyes. The too large to...

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“Reunion” by Jed Cope

“You came…” The impossibly old man raises a weary and frail hand in greeting, it does not quite reach the heights it once did, it barely hangs half way to its intended destination, as though it forgot what it was supposed to do. John supposes that this is how it goes at this age, the wiring is wearing out and the signal is weak. “I did,” John says, his voice is quieter than he’d intended. ...

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“Here I Grow Again” by Jed Cope

The single, pale cherry blossom petal lays before me, asking me a world of questions. Ignoring its voice, I instead choose a moment of fantastical hope. He has been here. He walked into this room, the petal is testament to his continuing presence in the world. Only he could convey the petal to this place and press it to the cold tile on the kitchen floor, pinning it there for me to discove...

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“Vengeance is Mine” by Jed Cope

The sun beat down upon the scorched earth, earth that it had already scorched many times before this day. But the sun was bored and didn’t know what else to do with itself. That was the only explanation for its relentless scorching of the same patch of earth, and it didn’t look like it was going to give it up any time soon. The heat danced a taunting dance that took the moisture from a man’s mouth. The h...

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Author bio

Author of over twenty novels. Please look me up on Amazon and Facebook. Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/kindle-dbs/entity/author/B08VJD4VBT?_encoding=UTF8&node=368165031&offset=0&pageSize=12&searchAlias=stripbooks&sort=review-rank&page=1&langFilter=default#formatSelectorHeader My Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/jedcopeauthor