Jesse Smith

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Desperate Remedies” by Jesse Smith

Submitted to Contest #248

Part I. In all ways, traversing the landscape of the Island of Lost Hope had been pleasant. Birds sang and chirped in the plush forest as they sat high up in trees or flitted about overhead, and animals small and large made much sound as they scampered through the underbrush. It was soothing to hear the joy and liveliness. Other things, too, contributed to the serenity, like the scent of the air—an alloy of pine and sweet flowers with undertones of damp soil, rotting wood, and the smell of the sea. And the fair weather on this afternoon...

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“Ruins, Monsters, and Babes, Oh my!” by Jesse Smith

Submitted to Contest #247

(Sensitive Content: Violence, Adult Language)Part I. The mithirium hull of the sleek-bodied Trident Omega-VII creaked and groaned as it sank deeper and deeper into the abyssal depths of the Korian Trench. Its propellers whirred quietly as the blades ripped through the freezing ocean waters, forcing the deep-sea military vessel ever downwards towards the designated coordinates.Captain Finn Bellgarde cursed as the video feed displayed on the dash-mounted tablet began to dissolve. The clear view of the ancient ruins, which the upper brass ...

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“The Wanderer” by Jesse Smith

Submitted to Contest #239

Special Note: While I actively worked to avoid writing intensely graphic content into this story, this story does contain elements of—and speculative elements of—crime, violence, and sexual violence.Part I. Godwin swiveled on his barstool and leaned back against the smooth stone bartop. With a quick flick of his thumb his metal lighter spat out a healthy flame, and he lit the cigarette that was firmly pressed between his lips. He took a generous ...

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“With a Heavy Heart the World Turns” by Jesse Smith

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #237

The king’s carriage slowly rumbled along the cobbled stones, its heavy frame creaking and groaning each time a wheel found an unevenly set stone. All around, hooves clattered along in a deluge of clonks and thumps as the mounted king’s guard shouted orders at the crowd that had formed before the execution stage. Their words were muffled by the heavy windows and thick walls of the carriage’s velvet-adorned closed cabin.           “I do not want to watch,” Aven whined and crossed his arms....

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Author bio

A big thank you to everyone who takes the time to read my stories. Although I'm passionate about writing and love the creative outlet it provides, you're my motivation to keep going.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #237
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