Jonathan Sadler

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“What Is This That Stands Before Me?” by Jonathan Sadler

Submitted to Contest #139

April 23rd, 1858 - 16th Day on the TrailThis morning, I rose to find a sinister boil protruding from the left side of my neck like a grievously threatening mole poking its head out of the freshly-thawed spring ground. Bessie was able to trade half a box of our ammunition to a neighboring wagon for some slippery elm powder, and immediately set to work preparing a poultice with cornmeal. This was laid on a small piece of fabric and thus applied to the boil, until the heat from the cloth had dissipated into the skin. This method seemed to be ef...

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“Nord” by Jonathan Sadler

Submitted to Contest #138

“UFO ‘which crashed millions of years ago’ found in Greenland, conspiracy theorists claim.” ~ ‘Daily Express’ (British Tabloid), 21 September, 2020***20/6/2025 - 1200 HRS (WGST): MID SHIFT REPORT. DAILY INSPECTION OF ALL INSTRUMENTATION COMPLETE. NO ANOMALIES OR EQUIPMENT MALFUNCTIONS DETECTED...Hemming Sorenson stopped typing for a moment and reached for his thermos of rich, black coffee. He was about half a year into his twenty-six month assignment at the base, and in spite of the enjoyable nature of his stay at Station Nord, he could...

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“The Flood” by Jonathan Sadler

Submitted to Contest #131

The whispers seemed to begin even before the horizon betrayed the arrival of the Stranger. Before certain cataclysmic events, such as earthquakes, they say all kinds of animals will start to act strangely. Birds may fly in unusual formations, rats and snakes will abandon their homes, cows will cease to produce milk. Humans also have the capability to sense impending catastrophe, but it manifests in us through disrupted thought patterns. We may tend to be highly irritable in situations which usually cause us no distress; we may find ourselves...

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“Going Back” by Jonathan Sadler

Submitted to Contest #129

Asmund didn't remember the sun going down. That particular fact was of great concern to him; the last memory that flickered in his mind was of stopping to rest for lunch. * * * * He had come to a stop after skiing all morning near the shore of beautiful Lake Vendalsvatnet. There, he pulled the small, folding camp chair from the side of his hiking backpack, set it on the ground, and set himself upon it, straddling the stool and bracing himself with his skis. After removing the b...

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“Another Cup, Dear?” by Jonathan Sadler

Submitted to Contest #128

(This work of fiction contains sensitive content involving the death of a child.) Mamie heard the high-pitched whistle of her country kettle as the water began to boil and gently pushed herself up from her careworn recliner. "Another cup, dear?" she asked, as she moved from the living room into the kitchen. Her husband sat at the kitchen table, arms resting comfortably next to his breakfast plate. Mamie smiled when she looked in his eyes; those deep, dark eyes that she had loved for years upon years. She passed by and gave him a gentle kis...

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Author bio

“I'm not very good at it, but it doesn't matter. It feels good to have made something.” - Mr. Rogers I'm a late-thirties father of two who likes to doodle, free-write, and noodle around on my guitar. Horror, science fiction, and mystery are probably my favorite genres of literature (preferably all three in one), and I imagine a lot of my content will lean this way, but I am excited to follow the prompts and see where my hands take me!