Jessie Nice

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“A Final View” by Jessie Nice

Submitted to Contest #60

“Here,” Tats puffed, his breath wheezing through his lips as he grappled with the red stone and fought the invisible weight of the atmosphere to get to the top. One foot lost its gripping, unsurprisingly with the age of his leather shoes - but he managed to adjust his weight, and with complaining muscles he heaved himself onto the rough stone. He reached out his arm, palm outstretched, and Zhara’s dry hand clasped his. With a final synchronised grunt of effort, he wrenched her up to the top of the rock. They both collapsed onto their backs, ...

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“Creature In the Woods” by Jessie Nice

Submitted to Contest #55

Little fingers trembling, Kyra slowly reached in front of her face to brush the wet bracken aside, parting the underbrush to reveal the scene in front of her. Her heart racing, she peered through the small gap, and as she did so, her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Her mouth popped open in disbelief as she stared.It wasn’t what she was expecting. It wasn’t what she was expecting at all.Her small size coming in handy, she shifted slightly, silently as she could to get a better view, and she dared to pull the bracken back a l...

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“Secrets Under the Balearic Sun” by Jessie Nice

Submitted to Contest #54

I rarely become speechless but for the first time in a long time I was utterly lost for words.Who would have thought the chances of our paths crossing of all places would occur in local farm shop on the outskirts of a tiny rural village in the Balearic Islands? But here we were.I did a double take at first, and at second, convincing myself it wasn’t her - after all, her hair was a different colour to the bright pink and black I last saw her, she didn’t have the winged Amy Winehouse-style eyeliner, nor the punk fishnet tights and clunky Doc M...

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“The Return ” by Jessie Nice

Submitted to Contest #52

The chill of a damp early Winter whipped up through Eleanor’s coat as she stepped out of the corner shop on a November evening. She shivered, wrapping it tight around her, and as she closed the door a resounding lonely jingle echoed through the empty streets. She glanced up at the sky quickly, noticing dank heavy clouds draping across the tops of the buildings, a milky moon peeking through the cracks in the stratus. Sighing, she reached into her coat pocket and brought out the fresh pack of cigarettes, lighting it behind the shelter of her c...

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“Charlie” by Jessie Nice

Submitted to Contest #49

It’s been two years.Two years since I saw him from the windowsill, coming through those gates.Two years since I greeted him at the front door as he dropped his bags and, if it was a blustery chilly day, removed his hat, his scarf and his coat and hung them up to dry.Two years since I sat on the old leather sofa with him watching rubbish telly as the night drew in.Two years since I stared into his old smiley eyes and smiled back.It’s been two months.Two months since I escaped and came back to his home. Two months since I ran away from my new ...

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“A Second Chance” by Jessie Nice

Submitted to Contest #48

*Content Warning: Mentions of su*cide“In, and out. In and out. Breathe. Deep breaths. There you go. Keep going, you’re doing amazing.”The nurse speaks kindly to me. Her soft brown eyes reflect the harsh light of the room. I hear the noise of machines around me, beep, beeping, whirring and clicking. A familiar harsh sterile smell fills my nostrils and I blink lazily, my vision swimming, the white overheads blinding me slightly and bringing tears to my eyes. I feel something soft and warm in my palm, and glance down to realise I am gripping ho...

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“They Tell Me I Have a Superpower...” by Jessie Nice

Submitted to Contest #48

They tell me I have a superpower. They say I’m a special child.They say I will go on to achieve great things when I’m older.I sit in the corner of the room at 80 degrees from the fireplace so that my hands will receive the correct amount of warmth. I have my writing pad and my sketchbook, and I am writing a story about dragons.My brother is playing outside with his friends in the treehouse. They are laughing and covered in mud because it’s winter and it’s just rained. It never snows anymore. I liked the snow better and that’s why I’m in...

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“A Note in the Dark” by Jessie Nice

Submitted to Contest #46

“Oh, for goodness’ sake!” I mutter through gritted teeth, and shut the laptop lid with force.I push the wooden chair away from me a bit too aggressively, and pace around the dimly lit bedroom, golden streaks of evening light from the window highlighting the warm oak of the desk. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, gripping a handful of my locks and stare up at the ceiling. After a good few seconds I shut my eyes and let my arms flop to my side in defeat. I push my chair back in far more gently than I had done so a minute ago, an...

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