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Jessy Glazewski

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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Escape Hearts and Breaking Rooms

Submitted to Contest #67

“I think we should break up,” Violet said to Dave, ending the quiet back and forth bantering they found themselves in. Her words surprised her as much as they did Dave. The room fell silent, aside from the soft four-note melody that played on hidden speakers. Not a soul dared to make a sound. No one moved. Time passed unnoticed. “Welp, good luck ye mateys!” the host of the escape room said as he slipped out of the room, closed the door, and locked it in place; starting the countdown to sunrise. Violet and Dave, Elliot and Tom,...

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A Murder!

Submitted to Contest #67

Ivan hated birds. He hated everything about them, the way they looked. The way they walked, flew, chirped in the early hours of the morning. Cawing relentlessly into the late hours of the night. The foul smell they would leave in trails as they flew past him on his early morning walks. And the poop. Don’t get him started on the poop. There was nothing Ivan found more appalling than to wake up to find a fresh, sloping pile of oozing, slimming poop on his baby—a 67 fuchsia red mustang. Rebuilt from the most humble of b...

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Beginner's Luck

Submitted to Contest #66

Daniel Patterson was an inventor. He invented things--Or at least, he thought of himself as an inventor. You know, someone who invents things.  He didn’t listen to the people who told him that he would never amount to anything. Those that said things like, “Don’t quit your day job.” and “Why do you waste your time with these stupid inventions?” or Like, “That will never work?” and “I bet You’re really bad at sex.” However, Daniel was determined to show them all, to prove them wrong--Not necessarily the sex one, but you get the point...

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How to Disappear in 3 Easy Steps

Submitted to Contest #65

[Transcript Start]Hello audio listeners, and thank you for tuning into this week's ‘How to Be Your Best Vampire’ Podcast episode #334 titled, ‘How to Disappear in 3 Easy Steps’. As always, I'm your host, Drakka Bababooginski.Before we begin, I bring to you a word from our sponsors:***************************“So, you’re a bloodthirsty vampire with the insatiable thirst for the nectar of the body, huh? Prone to hasty, irrational thinking when presented with the smell of blood? Need a way to ween off of the red juice? Then look no further ...

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iWitch

Submitted to Contest #65

It was my first time hosting the annual Halloween seance and I really wanted to impress my coven. I gathered all the supplies I needed. My book of spells, hexes, and Incantations, passed down through at least the last few generations of Easton women, the bullfrog, and my ceremonial sacrificial knife. We were proud of our traditional inheritance and were active in the activities of our community of like-minded witches. The practice nowadays was little more than entertainment. A reason to gather. Much like watching a scary ...

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The Things we Lose in the Forgetting

Submitted to Contest #64

“Can I get you anything?” the interviewer asked, putting on a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. “Something to drink, perhaps?”“No, thank you. I’m fine.” John answered. “Alright, shall we begin then?” John nodded, pulled the blanket draped over his back tighter around his body.“So when did you first notice the fire?”“Uh, it was around 2:30 in the morning.”“And you were in the house at the time?”“Yes.” “As was your wife, correct?”“Yes,” John answered, shifting in his seat. “Do you know when I’ll be able to see her?”“Tell me,” the in...

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An Ambury Haunt

Submitted to Contest #64

The glare from the sun bounced off the shattered glass of the first-floor window in fragmented beams. The late afternoon, nearly evening, breeze blew, red and brown, leaves, dead, and fallen from the autumn struck trees. Swooped in swirling patterns in front of the old Ambury House. A wheeze, resonated from within the dilapidated house as the wind blew against the broken wood siding, threatening to topple it over with every gust. The Ambury Manor House stood, corner lot, like a looming gargoyle; perched on a mound of earth protrudi...

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The Ghost Writer

Submitted to Contest #64

Trigger warning: suicide   As Beth climbed the thirteen flights of stairs to the fourteenth floor, she rehearsed in her mind what she was going to say to Devon when she broke the news to him that she was leaving him.    With each step, her resolve to finally follow through on this, now 8-month endeavor of ceasing her six-year relationship with Devon, a failed and failed again writer who was never quite able to write that breakthrough novel he always talked about.    Over the course of the six years, escalating fierce...

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