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Jessica Michalsky

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

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Insurance Investigator

Jessica Michalsky

I think the whistle of the kettle should have been a sign that things were soon going to go terribly wrong. The house was a time capsule, a time the former occupants rather forget. That is probably why, for the better part of twenty years, it was abandoned. Well, abandoned is hyperbole in this situation. No building is truly abandoned, ghosts inhabit overlooked corners all the time. But, for all they cared, the house was a shell. A shell that the entire consciousness of the neighborhood waited to burst into flames. I think it only st...

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Man of Action

Jessica Michalsky

Take the money and run. That was my only instruction. I could not bring myself to run. I am not a bad person, I promise. I promise that I am doing this for the right reasons, reasons I am yet to come up with. But when I do, it will all be worth it. The money was in an envelope, with nothing written on it that could lead back to the sender. But now it was in my hands, cradled like a newborn, and I had to do what I promised in trade for this. Easy enough. Right? Yes? Yes, yes it is. It is just so much money, and it is only the first ...

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Ashes for Flowers

Jessica Michalsky

“So, are you gonna go back in?” “Probably not, you?” “Not if you’re out here.” That was the first conversation Amanda had with her sister that felt genuine. They both stood there in the funeral home parking lot, both seeking refuge from family neither of them had seen in decades. Margret was draped in navy, not wanting to go through the trouble of purchasing the correct colours, while Amanda was practically dripping in ink. Their familial relation would be a surprise to anyone who met them separately, sometimes it shocked (even appall...

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Made You Blink.

Jessica Michalsky

I stare at the sun in the hopes it will blink. I am yet to succeed. Envy is something we should want others to have towards us, it is the purest form of endearment. If you walk into a room and no one wants to be in your shoes, I suggest you turn around and walk off a cliff. So, with that logic, the higher the rank of the people who envy you the better you are. That is why for every waking moment I have in this insignificant speck of a world I try to be the best I can be. Therefore, even the gods should want to be me. This has manifested in...

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No Comment

Jessica Michalsky

How is someone supposed to react to the end of the world? Simple, denial. Denial is God’s gift to us all. It helps us see, that even in dire situations, nothing is actually wrong. I think a lot of people underestimate what a good pair of rose-coloured glasses can do for the soul. Sometimes it is just easier to sit back and have your opinion told to you. Even the most forward of thinkers fall victim to this. This is because we all are human, and we all prefer ignorance when times get tough. Ironically, everyone thinks they are above thi...

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Task Completion

Jessica Michalsky

I am not who I say I am. I am an imposter. Who, for the past seven months, has been living in the shoes of someone who I believe never existed in the first place. This skin is not mine, and everyone around me begs to differ. They observe me with their own eyes, and then, tell me I am the one seeing things. But I know that I do not belong here.The reasons I am here have not been made clear to me, though I can feel a purpose regardless.When I first arrived, all I could do was stare at the ceiling, trying to place where I had seen it before—nev...

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Believe in Bubbles

Jessica Michalsky

What does it even mean when someone says, ‘it knocked the wind out of me’? I suppose it means shocked, thrown aback by something unexpected. But it did not feel that way, it did not feel sudden at all. Deflation is the best word for how it felt: slow, compressed, with slight wheezing. My stomach was the balloon, and I can say with almost full certainty, that I wished it left me breathless.To put it frankly, I did not handle it the best.I just existed in one spot, waiting, waiting for anything. Anything that would make me see that none of thi...

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The Quest of Dreams

Jessica Michalsky

The flames licked the bottom of his worn leather boots, sword raised towards the bandits. The bandits that had taken the life of the father he knew so briefly. That untamed wizard who hid the royal scar, the scar that matched his own. The bandit king laughed, blood spilling from his throat with delight. He wanted to die, die with honor, something only the Lost Prince was more than willing to provide. Anger in his heart, he cried out. “For the kingdom, you stole from me!” His sword thrashing down, the bandit king giving one last sneer. ...

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Cosmic Latte

Jessica Michalsky

Believe it or not, even the universe makes mistakes. Typically, these mistakes are covered up or hardly go noticed. However, this does not mean that everything gets swept under the rug. For instance, have you ever walked into a room and forgotten why? Or swore on dead relatives that you did something only for it to have been incomplete. Well congratulations, you have been a participant in the grand simulation which you (and many others) consider life. Time is one of, if not the most, susceptible to these mistakes. You should know, that the ...

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Case 203349292021-091

Jessica Michalsky

Toffee chunks lodged themselves between my teeth, mixing terribly with the burnt coffee that rested over the burner for about an eon and a half too long. I reached for another case file, brushing off the crumbs as I did so. Case 203349292021-091. This one had been the party platter of the office, I should know I gave it to Rickman, Samson, and Walton every time I had the misfortune of seeing it slide on my desk. This time it came with something extra, a curled sticky note with a passive-aggressive love letter from my boss. ‘They are coming a...

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Unfortunate.

Jessica Michalsky

An artificial strawberry scent followed her out the door, the little bell on the door sang her steps away, and I sat there wondering if I was really as awful of a person as I believed I was. I cleared the table shuffling the tarot cards, knocking out the story they had just told—wiping off the tears of my client, wishing she had worn waterproof mascara before arriving. Two of the most common phenomena in this life is that anyone who sits in the chair opposing my crystal ball with tarot cards before them will surely wish for lightning to stri...

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