Jonathan Shephard

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“City Surprises” by Jonathan Shephard

Submitted to Contest #85

The thing about this city is that it never stops to amaze people. Skyscrapers with shining metal bounce the bright sun down into people-packed street sidewalks, and the sun’s rays give the people of Mark City a smile however small. Mike stepped out of his apartment building and started walking up the sidewalk, passing the barely leafy trees that refused to be taken by the city concrete. A chilly wind ruffled his messy black hair, and he pulled the black coat collar up his neck. The cold nibbled at it, and his peach-pale skin wouldn’t suffer ...

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“Breaking the Mask ” by Jonathan Shephard

Submitted to Contest #84

How was he breathing in that thing? Sam watched as her boyfriend walked effortlessly on the treadmill in the gym. His delicious caramel skin never even broke a sweat as his long yet strong arms swung freely on the infinite track. His gray baggy sweatpants and red shirt were beginning to perspire, but he had no trouble breathing. Only if everyone could that. Sam pushed out her bottom lip. “Show off much?” “Huh?” Her boyfriend asked. “How do you work out like that without suffocating?” Sam asked. The brown man ...

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“Hotel, Unfortunately, for Two” by Jonathan Shephard

Submitted to Contest #83

Mark slapped the tickets on the receptionist’s counter. “Has the plane left?” He panted. “Nope,” She happily said, “You’re just in time, we’re about to board your zone now.” Mark took a deep sigh. As he walked onto the plane, he shuffled his way down the narrow lane. He was in the back, right next to the jet engine that roared to life when they were up in the sky. Mark sighed again. “Well, that’s what I get for bargain hunting,” he fussed as he scanned over his vacation pamphlet. The hard-working store manager had earned a we...

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“The First Try” by Jonathan Shephard

Submitted to Contest #78

“I don’t get it,” Said Aaron, “This is stupid!” Jason, the black-haired apron-wearing teenager, glared at his friend, rolling his shoulders back to ease the tension. Jason took his gloves off outside the hot baking tin-roofed shack while hot coals slowly heated his project. “I mean,” Aaron continued, “You can get that stuff at the dollar store, you know.” “But I made this one,” Jason replied with a small prideful flame in his scrawny chest while he ran his smudged hands through his black hair. “I don’t know, it’s just nice....

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Author bio

Brief but searching for depth, stubborn yet always learning, calculating with passion, dissecting in mercy