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John Rockk

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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In Another Life

John Rockk

Jack Pitiman rocked slowly in his chair at the Formanttan Knolls nursing home. The people who worked there simply called it Forgotten Souls, because no one ever came to visit. Jack stared out of the window in the common room, and he couldn't help a tear that was falling from his blue, cloudy eye. His body was shutting down from a life of alcohol that started unceremoniously at age 9, and seamlessly transitioned into drug abuse. The scars on his arms from burning himself everytime something went wrong...

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Maybe In Another Life

John Rockk

Jack Pitiman rocked slowly in his chair at the Formanttan Knolls nursing home. The people who worked there simply called it Forgotten Souls, because no one ever came to visit. Jack stared out of the window in the common room, and he couldn't help a tear that was falling from his blue, cloudy eye. His body was shutting down from a life of alcohol that started unceremoniously at age 9, and seamlessly transitioned into drug abuse. The scars on his arms from burning himself everytime something went wrong. Whatcha thinking about Mr Jack? Ron...

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Jousting Into Sleepful Wakes, Part One: Deja Vu

John Rockk

Note to the reader: This story is the first of three. Each will be based on one of the five prompts, and be complete on it's own and part of a series. To be completed over the next three weeks. Jousting Into Sleepful WakesPart One: Deja Vu "Is it yesterday or tomorrow?, W. Backman thought to himself. The day looked familiar to him The script was read aloud before, this was not new. "What day is it?," he looked around for some sort of clue. He looked up deja vu: 'That ...

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Ask Dewey

John Rockk

Submitted to Contest #82

Ask Dewey Ask Dewey was the latest brain child of Eve Works, the wunderkind of Silicon valley. When she was 22 years old, she earned her doctorate in Modern Law Logistics, or what had been nicknamed, Virtual Trials. Essentially anyone arrested for a crime, was stamped with a small chip that had all the pertinent information of that person, i.e. fingerprints, DNA, and perpetual tendencies. You could scan the chip, essentially an internal barcode, and access a record of any deed, 'outside the norm’ of the populati...

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A Different Level of Love

John Rockk

Submitted to Contest #81

On Friday last, a story came up on a newsfeed. A tsunami brought on by 9.4 earthquake, had ravaged the Gaza strip, such as the Middle East hadn't seen in years. In the city of Jerusalem, however, bigger news was on the event horizon. Bioengineers were revealing an algorithmic entity that was human in every way, from the complex emotional dramas that make up a life experience, to the firing neurons that create and destroy thoughts and ideas in the flash of a nanosecond. When brought online, the first artificial human being w...

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The Half Brother I Kill

John Rockk

Submitted to Contest #79

So, once upon a time, there was a dirty word, an abhorrent marriage and a soiled soul and Drake Fabian.Everyone knows a Drake Fabian. He is the guy who would step on your head and kick your dog to ascend that ladder. He was his mother's Christ. On any rung he placed his foot, a sacred ground from beneath him, grew. The child she shouldn't have had, or never should have kept, was Drake Fabian. Her hair was always greasy, and she was beaten on the daily by her alcoholic husband. Not pretty...

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The Judgment Is Yours

John Rockk

Submitted to Contest #75

WE WERE HERE FOR YOU The giant neon sign was large enough to be seen for miles. As Gestas stood in line he thought, "well, this is going to take forever. " As far as lines went, this fell somewhere between the DMV and Black Friday at Walmarket. About thirty feet ahead of him was his "partner in crime," Dismas. He tried getting his attention, but thus far he could not get him to acknowledge him. He gave up when he saw what appeared to be the man in charge heading towards hi...

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The Symphonics of the Angels Fallen

John Rockk

Submitted to Contest #74

Priest or rock god, that was my dilemma. Since the beginning of my reason aware life, I had looked for my personal answer. My mind swirled between the religion I was brought up in, Catholicism, and the religion I had come to love from experience, rock music. Not just the basic rock and roll of the genre’s inception, but what it had morphed into: the pageantry, the theatre, the opera that is teen angst, that is the feeling of rebellion that makes you invinc...

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Mommy and Sparkle

John Rockk

Submitted to Contest #73

One week before Christmas Eve 2005, I received a call from a nursing home. My adoptive mother had been hospitalized after suffering several grand mal seizures. She was scheduled to come move in with my wife and I in two days. In the meantime, we got the call from the animal hospital that we had to come and pick up her parrot, Sparkle. My mother had owned Sparkle for 57 years, and the bird was part of her day to day life. I was not looking forward to caring for this bird, partly because I didn’t know the first thing a...

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History Lesson Created

John Rockk

Submitted to Contest #72

I was walking my dog by Goose Creek last Tuesday. I needed to get some air. The past day and a half was a scary and most out of character time for me. While drinking down at the local watering hole, I was in a fight and, in my stupor, had knocked the owner Bo-bo out cold. He fell, smacked his head so hard, he fell into a coma. It was all so unnecessary, and I felt bad. But from what everyone told me, he was talking some communism trash and kept getting in my face about it. I was an American through ...

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