Jonathan Braziller

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Shades of grey” by Jonathan Braziller

Submitted to Contest #292

Sensitive themes: drugs, death, explicit language. Ren There’s a new drug that has hit the streets of Jonesville. We’ve dealt with similar narcotics before, but this one has been cut with something that skyrockets your serotonin to the nth degree. Coming down is nearly impossible - without dying that is. I can't get the last crime scene out of my head. I guess you can call it a hazard of the job. Sometimes the horrors just stay with you, splattered on the inside of your mind like the walls and floor of the deceased-like shit on a shoe. Ever...

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“The fallens revenge” by Jonathan Braziller

Submitted to Contest #291

“We were known as the ‘Defenders of the Realm’. We helped dismantle corrupt governments, bring peace to fey domains, slay devils and demons and,” Gizelle chuckled, “close down many pubs with our excessive drinking and fighting.” We all laughed. She looked at a framed photo on the wall of five friends, standing arm in arm in front of an Inn. “Sam, Daz , Reenie and Dryalis.” She beamed as she said their names. “Sam was the muscle of the group. I once saw her rage and with one swing,” she made a whoosh motion with her hand, “she knocked that tr...

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“Safe from love” by Jonathan Braziller

Submitted to Contest #290

We know the science behind it, it’s a chemical reaction. Dopamine plus oxytocin plus norepinephrine equals certain disaster. When you start to associate feelings of pleasure and rewards to anything, it’s going to heighten your excitement and energy. Who wouldn’t want more of that. Who wouldn’t want to fall in love? Everyone thought that war was caused by religion and money, but no. It was love. Love caused war. Unwavering and unadulterated love for "more". More power, more money, more everything. That’s what we discovered as a society over o...

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“I chose this” by Jonathan Braziller

Submitted to Contest #289

The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. “Hi Jim!” she says, her eyes sparkling as she waves in my direction. I swear I can hear Sweet Disposition playing in the background. When I say her eyes are sparkling, I really mean it. They’re hands down my favourite part of her. When she looks at you, and I mean, really looks at you, your heart feels like it will literally burst through your chest. I smile back at her, “Hi Kim.” Why do I feel melancholic? I’m sitting in a coffee shop. The walls are navy blue and white, and th...

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“The revolution of a storm” by Jonathan Braziller

Submitted to Contest #288

As a young boy, Jonah found comfort in rain and storms. He had glow in the dark stars glued to his ceiling and his mom had painted clouds for them to peek out from. He remembered every moment he spent in that childhood bedroom, hours and hours just lying on the floor, staring up at them. Some of his favorite memories were days when he could just lie there and daydream, the ambience of the showers pouring outside padding his thoughts like a warm and cozy comforter.He found that there was something poetic about the revolution of it all. The ra...

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“Petals in the leaves” by Jonathan Braziller

Submitted to Contest #287

I honestly don’t remember how I got here. There was a time when I did, or at least I think there was and now it’s a kind of blur. I’m told that that's a normal phenomenon for people like me when they spend too much time here. People like me. They’re not wrong. There, I was utterly normal, plain. Here, I am unusual, rare. I’m alone right now, staring at the oak-like walls, sinking into the garnet coloured armchair that may be hundreds of years old. I sit here reflecting on the pit that sits in my stomach, which feels especially heavy to...

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Author bio

🐉 Dungeon Master aspiring to inspire my friends to make-believe ☕ Coffee and London Fog enthusiast ✨ Ultimate goal: to use my creativity provide escapism and moments of happiness