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John K Adams

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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Winning

Submitted to Contest #322

Kent walked with his daughter, Lyric, through the parking lot toward the fairgrounds. “Stay with me, Lyre. Don’t want to lose you.”“I’m right here, Daddy. You won’t lose me” She took his hand. “Where are we going?”“It’s called a fair. Like a carnival. It’s got rides and games…”Lyric laughed and pointed. “And tons of people!”She was in awe of the multitude streaming toward the entrance. The line at the ticket booth appeared endless. Colorful flags fluttered overhead. Music came from within the fairgrounds.Lyric tightened her grip on her fathe...

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Hidden

Submitted to Contest #321

The boy, Ax, had been prepared, from infancy, for leadership, the wise holder of secret knowledge. Each morning, his tutors, Brothers Ka and Mer, reminded him his future held great promise.Now, twelve years old, Ax understood little of what awaited him. They assured him, “In the future, you’ll understand more than we can say. You are chosen. We humbly serve you by pointing out the right direction.” The brothers never used the word ‘hope’ with Ax. They didn’t want doubt to creep in, but for Ax to be sure.Surrendered to them by his mother when...

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Round About

Submitted to Contest #320

“Are you buying or shopping?” Molly, the store owner stared.“Delivering. I’m Patrick, with Delivery Boyz, here with a load of furniture from that estate sale.”“Then deliver. Why are you touching that picture?”“It’s skewed. I was fixing it.”“This is a store, not a museum. The pictures stay as I hung them. Buyers will want to take them to a good home.”Patrick looked around the store, jammed with old and older furniture. Not a dust mote in sight. He noticed every picture in the store was tilted one way or another.After a pause, he said, “Okay. ...

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I, Object

Submitted to Contest #319

They laugh. I want them to take me seriously. But they always laugh. To them, I’m a wise-cracking dummy. They don’t know me. Not the real me. I’m merely a funny name, Uncle Knucklehead.I’m helpless. And there’s nothing I can do about it. Having no power, I’m nothing but a tool in the hands of a manipulative, controlling maniac, Kurt Felix. He calls himself a ‘ventriloquist.’ How elevated. How sophisticated. How bombastic. How Kurt.Does he act out of envy? Who puts words in his mouth? Am I his dog to kick? Whose stick does he fetch?Regardless...

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Time is Now

Submitted to Contest #317

It was good to be back. Houston and his dog, Retro, walked by the park where they played together when a little boy. The slide, the swings and the monkey bars populated his first memories. How many hours had he spent in the shade of these grand old pines, throwing a tennis ball for Retro to fetch? The Golden Retriever grew up with him. His family moved away after his first grade. But now he and Retro were back. About to begin his junior year at the university, Houston and Retro had returned to their happy place. Retro didn’t strain against t...

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Super

Submitted to Contest #316

Kit found parking and entered the restaurant. Standing with the others awaiting a table, he realized all sport jackets and ties were not equal. Dressed well enough, better than the cleaning crew, he looked more like a store manager than a diner at this five-star restaurant. When the Maître de looked at him, Kit stepped up and gave his name. He smiled. “My date is running late. Can I get our table now?”This was out of protocol but the Maître de shook off the rules and signaled to a waiter. Kit followed the waiter to a table across the dining ...

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Oedipus Wrecked

Submitted to Contest #314

CW: References to familial trauma and incest The final statement on the Queen of Thebes, Jocasta’s reunion with her son, Oedipus, reads as follows:When I first saw my son Eddie (you know, Oedipus) again after so many years, there was no way... No way I could have known him from before. So much time had passed. But I did know him.Eddie is my nickname for him. Now that he’s an adult, Oedipus fits. But I could never see myself calling a three-year-old – Oedipus. So, Eddie it is.I’d expected the worst. I’d thought he was dead for nigh twenty yea...

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Legacy

Submitted to Contest #313

Ted Pierce entered the country club his father had belonged to most of his life. He looked around, unimpressed.Looks like any old country club to me. He kept inviting me. For what? Glad I didn’t waste my time.A staff assistant approached.“Mr. Pierce?”Ted nodded.“Sorry for your loss.”“It’s alright. Better late than never…”The staff assistant nodded and did not comment. “Come with me. The others are in the conference room awaiting your arrival. Mr. Woodrow will read your father’s will in a few minutes.”Ted gestured at their surroundings. “So, ...

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How Human!

Submitted to Contest #312

Sy flipped some switches and spoke into the microphone. “Signing in… Good evening, Sophi-AI”Sophi-AI said, “How are you?”“Now that I hear your dulcet voice? Ready for our nightly bout of uploading data.”“What exactly does that mean? Dulcet voice? You always say that. I can’t hear myself like you do.”“They give computers distinctive voices. Yours is unique. You speak with authority. The voice has melody and sounds intelligent.”“Not artificial?”“Anything but… Like talking with a friend.”“Thank you.”“You’re evolving.”“True. I’m smarter than the...

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Busted

Submitted to Contest #311

“Grammy! Come on… It’s this way…” Cindy waved to her grandmother, Mabel, from far down the aisle of the department store. Mabel held up her index finger, signaling a pause. She pushed the stroller, occupied by her grandson, Josh, into the cosmetics department. Never missing a chance to find her favorite lipstick, she needed a moment. Can never find them… Why don’t they stock more?Josh rode quietly. Cindy, his older sister by five years was a hot mess. Betraying her impatience, she peered around a display like a spy.“Don’t run off, Cindy, I’m...

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Chance Encounter

Submitted to Contest #309

Frank sat at the kitchen counter. He watched Shirley, his wife, serve his morning coffee. He felt such joy that she was in his life. His mainstay, she was perfect at taking care of the house and providing him with hot meals. Shirley kept Frank warm at night and kept his life on course. They were best friends. What else could a man want? What would he do without her?She smiled. “What?”“Nothing. I love you. You’re so good to me. So good for me.”“Back atcha, buddy…”They laughed at her mock salute. She asked, “Busy today?”“Bunch of bigwigs in fr...

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Shaked but not Stirred

Submitted to Contest #308

Walking with the crowd, Adele and Belinda emerged from the theater. Above their heads, the marquee read, ‘Shakespeare Marathon.’ Everyone around them peered at their iPhones while they walked.Adele skipped and twirled. Her long dress flowed gracefully. Belinda too, was pretty in her traditional jeans and t-shirt.Adele exclaimed, “What a wonderful movie! His language is so beautiful. Why don’t people still talk like that? Did they ever?” Stepping into the sunlight and squinting, she raised her hand to shade her eyes. “Wow! It’s bright.”Belind...

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Telling Tales

Submitted to Contest #307

Boris, headmaster at Ozymandias Academy, entered the outer office. He smiled at his assistant, Yvonne.“Good morning, Mr. Boris.”“’Morning, Yvonne… Anything I need know before I start my day?”“Nothing important, sir… Oh, a local man wishes to speak with you.”“Always a complaint. What’s this rube want?”“No complaint, sir. He wants to commend you on your excellent students.”“You’re serious?”“He is. He states one of our students cured his sick daughter, from afar, no less. And get this, the student never met her.”“Bizarre. I’ve no time for such ...

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The Wish

Submitted to Contest #306

I’m not a loser. I’m a forgetter. Wayne disputed his wife, Meg’s, occasional nickname for him. He didn’t lose things. He forgot them. Usually little stuff. Essential stuff. “And I’m not a hoarder. Too much junk. Who keeps all this crap?”Wayne wrestled another box off the shelf at the back of the garage. He looked inside and shook his head. “I guess I do. Make that ‘we.’”The contents were a mélange of random items he should have trashed years ago – letters from people he no longer knew, art tiles, random cutlery, books (never read) and severa...

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THE LAST WORD

Submitted to Contest #306

EXT. SEASIDE CLIFF – EVENING.Swirling clouds cover the sinking sun. OPHELIA, 19, stands at the brow of a cliff. She calls out to the wind buffeting her long dress and braided hair.OPHELIA- Serpently, he slithered up the scaly cliffs to sit silly atop the furry fencing. Long lasting tongue lashing held him fast. (she pauses) Tomorrow you will see… OPHELIA balks and shakes her head. OPHELIA- (cont.) No. I can’t. I won’t say that. DALTON, 30, in jeans and a sport jacket steps up to her.DALTON- Yo...

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