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Jim Parker

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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~Aliens and Hybrids and Bigfoot...Oh My!~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #319

~Aliens and Hybrids and Bigfoot…Oh My!~ A quick glimpse of the battlefield revealed a dire situation. Straight across from her position on the wall, a horde of Drachonians were marching from Lucifer’s temple across a plain strewn with dead military soldiers. Farther to her right at the base, Shewuma saw the black van behind a pile of rocks. Out in front, side by side and alone, Jimmy and Debbie stood ready to fight to the death. “This is all my fault,” she murmured. A lump of pride rose in her throat even as relief that they were...

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~ Back It or Pack It ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #318

~ Back It or Pack It ~ I’m Jim. Home after a long day at work, I find my wife in her sitting room seriously putting on makeup. I kiss her on the neck. “You’re getting gussied up. We going out?”“Among other things.” Then she looks at me, annoyed. “Of course we are. Have you forgotten today is our 35th wedding anniversary?”“No, Baby. But it’s Wednesday. I figured we would celebrate this weekend.”“Oh don’t worry, we will. But tonight we’re going to dinner at Schlesingers Steakhouse. Get changed.”“Okay. I’m just going to check on the results fro...

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~ Vampire ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #316

~ Vampire ~ Stefan walked through the front doors of his hotel in downtown Bucharest. He bought it as an 11 story apartment building in the early sixties for kopecks on the ruble when his name was Don Diego Garcia. A favor from the powers that be in the KGB. His valuable assistance to Russia during the dog days of the cold war had prompted an early reinvention of his normally generational identity transformation. Built with its blunt, functional design and prefabricated concrete panels, it was typical of the apartment buildings constructed d...

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~Second Chances~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #315

CW: includes sexual content ~ Second Chances ~ Debbie came running the few steps from the office to the master bedroom. “WuWu! I just let an airport shuttle in the front gate. JIMMY’S HOME!”Their scramble for the front door brought all five animals running. “Wait!” Debbie commanded. “You guys stay. Just sit and stay.” Shaking and whining, the doggies obeyed, only just able to keep their haunches down. But Tippycat would have none of it and slipped out of the door with the two women. The shuttle stopped and the door accordioned opened. A road...

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~ The Great Cleansing ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #314

~ The Great Cleansing ~ After breakfast Jimmy stood and addressed his “family.” Freshly baked sugar cookies on sheets of wax paper covered all the flat areas in the kitchen and the rich aroma hung thick in the air like a blanket of warm, sweet butter. Jimmy said, “Everybody is invited, which means expected, to help decorate and ice the Christmas cookies because there are a shitload of them. There are blue, yellow, and white icings. We have sprinkles and those little silver balls. What are they called, Cuz?”“Little silver balls,” Corrine answ...

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~ The Summit-Conclusion ~

Jim Parker

~ The Summit - Conclusion ~ The Summit after party in the dining hall was winding down. Debbie, Jimmy, and the dwarfish Majordomo of the Underground Summit Sanctuary had finished off 2 bottles of Woodford Reserve, while Sasquatch Chieftain Custos and Malachi, Steward for the Alien race of Errans, were still working on a greasy hindquarter of roasted venison. As the attendees filtered out, many stopped by to offer Debbie, the Erran Comista of Earth, their fidelity or disdain, depending on the species, race or creed of their affiliates. ...

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~ The Summit ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #312

~ The Summit ~Here at last. Ongtupqa, the underground sanctuary of the Insectoid Alien called Mantid. The claustrophobic tunnel opened up into a concrete, man-made cavern, brightly lit and filled with a landscape of transportation ranging from the mundane to one-of-a-kind. A Tesla Cybertruck, customized Hummer, a Bentley and a myriad of custom built vehicles. Over by a cargo elevator, a Lincoln Navigator SUV with someone rummaging in the back. He stood, closed the hatch and waved. “It’s Malachi!” Wu proclaimed cheerily. Wearing his signature...

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~ Debbie Can't Sleep ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #311

~ Debbie Can’t Sleep ~ Debbie lie in the bed between Jimmy and Shewuma. Jimmy was sleeping soundly on his back, while Shewuma slept facing Debbie with one arm across her belly. She felt trapped, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling and thinking, “I remember when my body could sleep.” Tonight was one of those rare occasions when she missed it. Hoping their sexual marathon would prompt a nap, she waited and listened. On each breath out, Jimmy poofed his exhale through partially open lips. Shewuma would suck in with a slight snort....

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~ Wisty's Lament ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #309

~ Wisty’s Lament ~Wisty was finally calming down and thinking straight. Heading north on I-95 with a full tank of gas, she passed a sign that read, “Philadelphia 255 miles.” It had been over an hour since she left Williamsburg and the debacle of a mission that occurred at The Hybrid’s Compound. Feeling a bit lightheaded from a drop in sugar, she rummaged the console and found David E.’s .38 derringer. She still couldn’t believe it. He left her. It almost brought her to tears once more and she dropped the miniature pistol in her purse. She ru...

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~ Breaking Bread ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #309

~ Breaking Bread ~ Debbie, The Erran Comista of Earth and Shewuma, Hopi Kachina, were hard at work cooking their “family” dinner. The menu was steaks, bacon, and scrambled eggs for the Carnivores. Also french-fries, green beans, and biscuits for everyone else. It had become tradition to have all of her brood over on Sunday to eat, drink a little and discuss the past week’s events. And this week had been a humdinger. Corrine and Daniel arrived and would stay as long as it took for Debbie to reverse Corinne’s recurring cancer. Jimmy and Grandd...

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~ Nothing Is As It Seems ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #308

~ Nothing Is As It Seems ~The latest chapter for Lindi Brandon’s series in Dark Harbor Magazine needed to be finished and turned in by noon tomorrow. She had been hard at it all day and was almost finished. Just needed a viable way for Dot to escape the horde. She glanced at the time on the computer screen. Lord have mercy. She was still in her baby blue silk pajamas and her tribe of kids, her Loveies would be home from school soon and ravaging a fresh batch of their favorite sweets, homemade Lamingtons. Mitch was working late, so she was on...

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~ Sub Rosa ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #307

CW: Contains violence, murder, and sexual language Mr. Portis was annoyed as he sat at the head of the conference table deep underground on Sub-Level 9 of the shadowy organization called Nasa II at Langley Air Force Base. After a moment admiring the reflection of the disturbing scar across his face in one of the two dozen monitors in the room, he snorted with irritation and pressed the transmitter under his jaw. “Will and Grace, where the fuck are you?”Will and Grace were code names for his assistants. This Grace was the latest in a long lin...

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~ The Movie Script ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #306

~ The Movie Script ~ I saw Jimmy toss a manuscript absent mindedly into the trash can. I am his human cousin, Corrine. I ran over and fished it out. I specify human because in his world, Jimmy and his Hopi wife Shewuma, are known as Hybrids. Enhanced humans laced with Alien DNA and bred to, as I understand it, defend Mankind against Aliens, Demons, Genetic Freaks… it’s a long crazy story. That’s why I have been after him to document his life.“What is this Jimmy?”“You’ve been harping on me to keep a journal. I thought a movie would be better....

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~ Help Wanted ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #305

~ Help Wanted ~ Cap’n Dick sat in his living room on a kitchen chair turned backwards, his mighty arms crossed on the top of the seat back. To his right behind his gargantuan shoulders and belly, his old pal Wishy sat on a couch from the sixties. The couch was still pristine because it had been preserved with a thick plastic cover for the last fifty years. To Cap’n Dick’s left, kicked back in an old and tattered recliner sat Mr. Willie. Thought by many to be the oldest man in Deep Creek, he was even older than Cap’n Dick’s daddy, Beauregard ...

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~ Neither Snow, Nor Rain, Nor Gloom of Night ~

Jim Parker

Submitted to Contest #304

~ Neither Snow, Nor Rain, Nor Gloom of Night ~Mail. This is where it all happens. The Post Office. Citizens are already bustling in and out of the front doors. My pickup is in the shop and I’m running late this cloudy May morning, so my wife is dropping me off at work. We head around to a massive warehouse entirely lined with loading docks. Here in the back lot are two long rows of 50 blue and white Postal Trucks. Uniformly opposite each other and angled away, all looking exactly the same. The scene reminds me of the stripes on a Zebra. The ...

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