Jeremy C

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Shore Leave” by Jeremy C

Submitted to Contest #92

Shore Leave The harbor was dark at three in the morning. The black sky and black hills melted seamlessly into the black water, which gently lapped the black hull of the U.S.S. Albany. Petty Officer Johnson stood on the deck of the aging submarine, cleansing his lungs of the stale air and amine fumes he’d been marinating for in the last two months. Ahead of him lay the quiet harbor, appearing lifeless on the calm, ...

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“The First Day of Spring” by Jeremy C

Submitted to Contest #86

“Look, Abner, a flock of geese! You know what that means?” “No, Carl, I don’t know what that means,” Abner replied to the old man sitting next to him. “It means spring has finally begun!” Carl’s eyes lit up behind his coke-bottle glasses, his wrinkled face forming a gleeful smile. “No, it doesn’t. It’s too early for spring.” “What do you mean? The snow geese fly north in the spring. Those are snow geese, we are north, so it must be spring!” “Birds are dumb, a lot dumber than scientists and engineers. Even scientists get things wrong sometime...

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“The Resolution” by Jeremy C

Submitted to Contest #74

The Resolution The sun sank slowly in the west Texas sky, painting a delightful panorama of pink hues through the cacti and chaparral lying beneath the Guadalupe mountains. The shadows of the weathered peaks stretched far into the desert, dancing for an audience of coyotes and tumbleweeds. All of this beauty went completely unnoticed by Matthew, who remained seated on a boulder gently rubbing a swollen ankle. The dazzling display of the desert sunset inspired more frustration than awe. He was running out of time, and darkness would certa...

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“Monty's Redemption” by Jeremy C

Submitted to Contest #54

On the Road Monty could feel the back of his neck begin to burn as he walked along the lonesome highway. Texas summers were not designed for hitchhiking, but Monty knew he had no choice. Sure, there was more than enough cash in his duffle bag for a taxi, but that wasn’t an option. He had a debt to pay, and every penny counted (even the gummy, half-bent ones he found on the side of the road). The heat was almost unbearable, but Monty dared not complain. He seemed to find meaning in the suffering, as though it were the fruition of karma. J...

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“Forward” by Jeremy C

Submitted to Contest #47

Suitcase in hand, you head for the station. You gently close the door behind you, careful not to wake anyone inside. Walking along the phalanx of ranch-style suburban homes, you see the yellow taxi parked in the cul-de-sac at the end of the road, just as you had arranged. As you make your way along the sidewalk and ornate poplar trees, you notice the streetlights turning off, one by one, acquiescing to the blue-grey of dawn’s early light.You get in the cab, placing your suitcase in the seat next to you. “Bus station, 4th and Walnut” you say....

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