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Jeremy Johnson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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The Disappearance of Billy Carver

Kyle Greene heard the limb snap at the same time his best friend, Billy Carver, screamed for help. Time slowed to a crawl as Kyle spun around and witnessed Billy falling, headfirst, through the air on the other side of the massive tree. There was a sickening thud when Billy’s fall suddenly ended, Kyle knew his friend was in trouble. Billy’s ball cap tumbled out into the clearing and rested a few feet away. Kyle shouted his buddy’s name but there was no reply, then the ten-year-old boy sprinted home. Tyler and Angela...

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Inconceivable

Submitted to Contest #90

Everyone knew we would eventually kill the planet; we just didn’t think it would happen like this or this quick. Industrialization in all its glory, allowed for easier living for all of humankind. Machinery lifted the burden from the individual to complete daily tasks which allowed for more idle time. We invested our efforts into that idle time to come up with more ways to make life easier yet. It was no secret the industrial machine would eventually consume all resources, or the wars we fought over those resources would ...

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The Last Hunting Trip

Submitted to Contest #87

Behind the cover of a fallen oak tree, Carl followed the deer through the lens of his rifle scope, he watched the buck as it walked cautiously around bare trees, nearly three hundred yards in front of him. The snow-covered ground made it easy to see the animal’s dark body as it strolled silently through the ancient forest. There was no way to make a clean shot so the hunter waited and watched, eventually his prey would close the gap between them. He just needed to be patient. A twig snapped off to Carl’s right and he inst...

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Rathios

Submitted to Contest #83

The season of the Sea Titans had begun once again. Shifting currents and cyclical changes brought forth warmer waters, from the east, across the vastness of the Necromantic Sea. The typically clear blue waters started to shift to their darker hue, causing the smaller creatures to migrate north towards cooler and clearer waters. Much of the larger sea life soon followed. Fish and other creatures that could survive in fresh water, migrated inland through the vast river network to shelter there until it was time again to ret...

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A New Start

Submitted to Contest #65

The empty moving van bounced down the ancient driveway spewing clouds of exhaust into the air as it drove away from the old house, then turned north on the brick road that ran towards the center of town. From the covered front porch, the man watched the movers drive away while he sipped an ice cold beer. The house was situated on a sparsely populated block on the outskirts of some no name little town. A few neighbors were out working in their yards but most had retreated to the comfort of their homes for their nightly routi...

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The Good Times

Submitted to Contest #61

It is not easy existing as I do, I am royalty living amongst the wretched peasants and I struggle each day to reconcile my accursed situation. In the past seventy years, I have suffered as a commoner, toiling in the mud each day under the oppressive thumb of the industrial giant that rules this world. I have reluctantly succumbed to the status quo of this time and I am ashamed of myself for it. At the start of each day, I would wake and prepare for the mind-numbing activities this contemporary society has declared necessa...

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Desolation

Submitted to Contest #60

How long has it been? One year? Two years? There is no way to know for sure at this point. Does it really matter anyway? No one measures time anymore; calendars and clocks serve no purpose in this “New World”. The only remaining tool for understanding what time it might be was the ever-returning hunger in a person’s belly. The woman opened her matted eyes ever so slightly. Blinding light from the sun forced her to shield her face with her arm. It felt like she had just fallen asleep a...

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