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Jennifer Braveheart

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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America’s Violence Problem Is Not an Accident

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #319

CW: Contains references to violence, hate crimes, racism Violence in America has reached a breaking point. And let’s be clear: it’s not over. Not even close. It will not be over as long as hate groups march proudly in our streets. It will not be over as long as white supremacists and Proud Boys wave their flags without shame, and as long as right-wing media giants shovel lies into millions of homes every night.It will not be over as long as Donald Trump and his loyalists cling to power with propaganda. It will not be over as long as Russia...

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The box

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #311

It was suddenly ground hog day again. I awoke from a deep sleep, sweating profusely; the dream was fading back into my memory bank. I tried to chase it like catching a wave rolling softly out to sea. I couldn’t remember the dream, only how it made me feel. I was having doubts and misgivings again. This had been going on for the last few years; the dream brought everything back home, back to the closet, back to the box. It was time to open it. My body shuddered with the mere thought of it. What would I find? Could I actually do it this time? ...

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Just trying to survive

Jennifer Braveheart

I live close to Palm Springs California in a town called Indio; it was 121 degrees yesterday as my head hit the pillow to sleep.It was the end of July, and we will have to endure this god forsaken heat until September when our desert weather will begin to cool off, and to top it all off, we are in the middle of the most horrific pandemonic and the whole world is sheltering in place.I was thinking about what to do tomorrow as I drifted off to sleep.The dream was floating, lazily along the recesses of my brain. It was rolling gently along the ...

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Is this all there is?

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #277

These were the news articles I was reading when covid was first discovered in the United States.Following a rapid spread from its origin in Wuhan, China, the first case of the 2019 novel coronavirus, which causes a disease known as covid-19, is confirmed in a man from Washington State on January 20, 2020. The virus, which would spark a pandemic, was first reported in China on December 31, 2019. Halfway across the world, on January 19, a man who had returned home to Snohomish County, Washington near Seattle on January...

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The Box

Jennifer Braveheart

It was suddenly ground hog day again. I awoke from a deep sleep, sweating profusely; the dream was fading back into my memory bank. I tried to chase it like catching a wave rolling softly out to sea. I couldn’t remember the dream, only how it made me feel. I was having doubts and misgivings again. This had been going on for the last few years; the dream brought everything back home, back to the closet, back to the box. It was time to open it. My body shuddered with the mere thought of it. What would I find? Could I actually do it this time? ...

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Donald. J Trump

Jennifer Braveheart

Throughout the history of the United States There has never ever been a President that has been as corrupt and has done more damage to our American Democracy than Donald J. Trump.   The nightmare began on June 15, 2015. That is when Donald Trump came down his escalator to the gilded lobby of his beloved tower on Fifth Avenue to announce his candidacy for the Republican Party’s nomination for president.  The World tilted off its axis that day. More than half America felt the shift.  Little did we know that that openin...

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If Time had wings

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #154

I looked at my sleeping 11 year old angel baby girl next to me. "We’re running out of time", I whispered under my breath, ferociously hitting my hands against the steering wheel. I let out a roar worthy of a lioness, no one in this jungle heard it; it was silent, not wanting to wake my child. Her time was running out, her life was running out, her childhood had come to a sudden stop. No turning back now..."keep driving, how much I should tell her, will she be in pain," My heart felt like it was ripping out of my chest. I couldn’t breathe. We...

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The Elephant in the room was you

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #153

"I can't believe we are arguing about this," I said to my friend Lucy. I heard Lucy’s words, “Well, he did do some good! "They struck me full force, Bam, as if somebody had thrown a plate full of catsup against a wall; but it wasn’t a plate of catsup and we weren’t in the Whitehouse dining room.The words splattered against my head and each letter rolled slowly off my burning forehead and onto the beige tile flooring in my living room.I watched the words break apart, scattering into letters that slithered across the room, oozing the pestilenc...

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They called it a near Miss

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #146

They called it a near miss, but I called it a direct hit as years of pent-up anger surged through my veins. The porcelain coffee cup sailed through the air and smashed directly where I was aiming it; just next to my husband's head. He had been quietly reading the Desert Sun Newspaper while he sat on the barstool in our breakfast nook. It shattered with a loud bang against the wall. I had made my point.   He recoiled in shock and disbelief as he looked at the pieces of the white cup scattered on the floor beneath his bare feet. The ...

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The Pond

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #143

The wind howled with the unrelenting roar of Mother Nature, she toppled trees and shook the roof of the old woman’s mountain cabin. She was on a mission only Mother Nature could do. Her mission today was Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Let the games begin! Mother Nature began to roar. The rain was relentless.     This was probably one of the worst storms to hit the mountain in decades. The smoke from the old cabin’s chimney was being carried across the tree tops of the West Virginia Mountains. There was no one was within tw...

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The Dream

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #113

      The dream is floating, lazily along the recesses of my brain. It is rolling gently along the banks of my memory. It is fluttering as softly as butterfly wings delicately tapping on the windows of my soul trying to awaken the recollection of it. I am sure that the dream is coming from someplace within the depths of my being.          I try and remember the dream. It is sliding like the morning tide back into my memory bank. It is gliding swiftly through the recesses ...

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The Pond

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #112

The Pond The wind howled with the unrelenting roar of Mother Nature, she toppled trees and shook the roof of the old woman’s mountain cabin. She was on a mission only Mother Nature could do. Her mission today was Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Let the games begin! Mother Nature began to roar. The rain was relentless.      This was probably one of the worst storms to hit the mountain in decades. The smoke from the old cabin’s chimney was being carried across the tree tops of the West Virginia Mountains. There was no one ...

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Just trying to survive

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #53

I live close to Palm Springs California in a town called Indio; it was 121 degrees yesterday. I thought about the heat of tomorrow as my head hit the pillow to sleep. It was the end of July and we will have to endure this god forsaken heat until September when our desert weather will begin to cool off. I was thinking about what to do tomorrow, how to cope as I drifted off to sleep. The dream was floating, lazily along the recesses of my brain. It was rolling gently along the banks of my memory. It was fluttering as softly as butterfly...

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They called it a near miss...

Jennifer Braveheart

Submitted to Contest #44

They called it a near miss, but I called it a direct hit as years of pent-up anger surged through my veins. The porcelain coffee cup sailed through the air and smashed directly where I was aiming it; just next to my husband's head. He had been quietly reading the Desert Sun Newspaper while he sat on the bar stool in our breakfast nook. It shattered with a loud bang against the wall. I had made my point.  He recoiled in shock and disbelief as he looked at the pieces of the white cup scattered on the floor beneath his bare feet. The ...

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