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Jimmy Irons

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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Cookie Bird

Submitted to Contest #73

"He gave you a bird?!?" Trice yelled from the kitchen. Flour accented every part of her face, arms, and blouse. She was elbow deep in a bowl of dough, making her famous chocolate chip cookies. She always made baked goods for the room-tenants on the holidays, made avoiding going home that much easier."Yeah..." I held up the small cage, "Said it would be good for me."The small bird of yellow and white hopped about on the newspaper clad bottom, chirping incessantly. It was really starting to get on my nerves. I sighed and placed the cage on the...

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Hearts' Desire

Submitted to Contest #56

Nobody’s perfect. I’m ashamed to admit my prejudices against him before we met. I'm truly blessed for how he’s opened my eyes.But, where are my manners! I’m rambling about myself and haven’t introduced you to my dearest love, Frederick. Now, don’t be quick to judge! Just because he smells a little and his clothes have seen better days, there isn’t a closer companion for me than Frederick. Do be careful though, he tends to bite. I suppose that should be expected from the undead.How did we meet? Well, it’s a bit of a cute story, I wish Freddy ...

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For Want Of

Submitted to Contest #55

“Help me look for it,” John Fitzsimmons leaned forward on his desk. His rotund form made it challenging to get up, so he remained firmly planted in his chair, feverishly shuffling papers and folders around on his desk.“Yes, sir,” came the high pitched squeak of his assistant, Janice. A brunette wearing a frumpy brown dress strolled into his office, glasses sitting askew on her crooked nose. “When did you see it last?”“It was right here!” his meaty fist pounding the desk. “I know the cursed thing didn’t just get up and walk away. The admiralt...

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