Jj Gomez

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (19)

19 Stories

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“Flying Home” by Jj Gomez

Submitted to Contest #97

The window was open just enough to let in the smell of gasoline. That in of itself wasn’t enough to wake Flynn up, who’d spent the entire day driving up and down town, completing errands and generally trying to get the house ready. No, what made him bolt upright in his and Hollyn’s bed was the sound of an incoming plane.   “Hell?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and glanced over at the digital clock on Hollyn’s dresser. Quarter till four. He lay back down and waited for the plane to finish flying overhead. The bed was covered in ros...

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“The Witch's Apprentice” by Jj Gomez

Submitted to Contest #96

TW: child death The digging never got any easier. Whoever decided that graves needed to be six feet deep deserved a good, long slapping in Raelyn’s opinion. Spitefully, she tossed the last bit of dirt away and then allowed the shovel to drop. She reached up with a blistered hand and wiped at her sweaty brow with the wide brim of her sunhat. It shrouded her face against the ivory light pouring from the full moon above. The stout woman allowed herself a moment to catch her breath before shifting her grey eyes downward, at the hole she had made...

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“Grimoire Aisle 4” by Jj Gomez

Submitted to Contest #95

  TW: violence, death You know how people say you should try to be friendly with the resident weirdo at school or work ‘cause if they shoot up the place they’re more likely to spare you? Yeah, those people never met Irma Oz. And God I wish I hadn’t either.   I liked my life. Well, more like I was content with it. I’d dropped out of high school, so I made a deal with Gramps that if I moved up to Chicago to live with him, I wouldn’t have to pay rent and I’d get unlimited access to his car. He lived in a beat-up old house that moaned ...

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“The Malloys” by Jj Gomez

Submitted to Contest #94

      Jenna sat outside the principle’s office, a tissue shoved into her left nostril to stop the bleeding, the hem of her skirt and leggings torn, and her knuckles raw. Yet Peggy, who walked out of the office, flanked on either side by her parents, looked way worse. Jenna had torn off one of her pink scrunchies, leaving half of her raggedy hair loose, and the right side of her face was already becoming one big bruise. Her parents shot Jenna disgusted looks. Neither noticed their daughter take the opportunity to...

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Author bio

Welcome to the MLU (the Malloy Literary Universe)! I'm a writer of the super heroic and horrifying (think Power Rangers if written by Stephen King), with a heavy dose of absurd silliness. ENJOY and If you wanna check out more stories, head over to https://draconicbarnaby.com/