Jessica Warren

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

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4 Stories

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“Turkey, Absconded” by Jessica Warren

Submitted to Contest #280

"The best thing after Thanksgiving is the seven pm turkey sandwich.""Ooo, I want one, too.""Mhm. Grab plates and the bread. Did you see which container your mom put it in?""The white Corningware with the lid.""There's just a leg and a wing in here.""That's where she said the leftovers were . . . get out the way. Huh. Oh, maybe it's—Ew. Why did they leave the deep fried turkey?""Wait, she didn't take it? That was her goddamned turkey. Why the hell didn't she take it? I don't want that shit. I want my perfectly roasted leftovers.""At least we ...

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“Kings Highway” by Jessica Warren

Of course this starts with a ghost story, but it's one you might have heard of before. There was a movie made about it in the late 80s. The story—not the movie—tells of an overprotective mother lording over her daughter. The girl takes up with a young man and they run away together, never to be seen again. The mother, distraught by her daughter's leaving, spends the rest of her days (and after!) walking the shores of Lake Ontario, haunting the grounds of her old home. Sometimes the story tells of the White Lady with two giant hellhounds that...

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“Kind Soul” by Jessica Warren

Submitted to Contest #239

*This story contains scenes and descriptions of a person struggling with dementia and the issues that face their caregivers. Alma couldn’t remember the exact date the fog arrived. She couldn’t remember any dates after, either. It felt like it had been taking pieces of her for years. And just maybe it had . . .Her husband, Peter, was a good man. He would take her to the bookcases in the living room and point at picture frames filled with people and events, but Alma couldn’t see their faces. The fog would get angry and swirl around her feet an...

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“Two-player” by Jessica Warren

Submitted to Contest #236

The place was like one of those rich people resorts you’d see in the movies from the 60s and 70s. You know, the ones with the giant white mansion with the columns and the flowers in pure white, cement garden plots. No gravel roads here either, everything was paved and leveled. Even the slightest incline in the road was smooth enough that you didn’t get out of breath when walking upward. No one wanted to see ladies with sweaty skin or drippy makeup, god-forbid. The building, Ellicott Hall, faced a professionally manicured golf course, or, if ...

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Author bio

Hello! I'm a New Yorker trapped in the Midwest. I'm a professional in the publishing industry. I've worked in both scholarly and trade, but I'm currently freelancing and finding the wind in my writing sails. I have a Masters in English and have been writing since I was a kid. Thanks to everyone who stops by to read a little something!