Jonathan Tam

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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“Agrarian” by Jonathan Tam

Submitted to Contest #141

Stories from the Last School in the WestIf Rip Van Winkle woke up today, he would notice changes in just about every institution. Except education. In the Fall, he would see students planting. In the Spring, he would see teachers weeding. And in the Summer, he would see schools closed for harvest.Professor Reviews for:EE 100A SEC 005, J. SanchezReview by Kathleen, Class of 2023Easiness: 2/5Worklo...

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“ Name: Tokyo Michelle "Einstein" Johnson-Tanaka” by Jonathan Tam

Submitted to Contest #137

Tokyo was her father’s idea. It was where her parents met. Her father was a tailor in the city and her mother was a pilot at the Yokota Airbase. At a party of mutual acquaintances, their eyes met from across the room and couldn’t stay off each other ever since. The words that they wanted to say to each other didn’t always exist in their tongues, but they could always find them in each other’s eyes. Pain. Doubt. Joy. And truth. It was how he knew long before she told him that she would eventually be leaving Tokyo. Her eyes showed how much ...

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“My Son Brian:” by Jonathan Tam

My father lived in an empty room. It was the kind of room where the walls were each painted with a different shade of white but they’d still all look at you with the same bland. Where the blue, inch-thick carpet could take just about any kind of beating before calling it quits. And where the windows were already beaten, scratched inside and out, with only a cloudy view of asphalt and white lines.It was the kind of room that one doesn’t choose to live in. It was the kind of room that one gets sent.The nu...

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“The saddest part about the day I met your mother” by Jonathan Tam

Submitted to Contest #129

The saddest part about the day I met your mother was that it was also the day her husband died.I still remember that morning. Rainier was as calm and as clear as you could have asked for. A single layer of stratus clouds grazed the rocky peak and you could see every detail of the summit from the doors of the inn. At the base of the mountain, the last bits of white had left the fields to a vibrant green and a clearing along the dirt path rode all the way to the foothills.All signs pointed to a good day for a climb....

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Author bio

I write erotic over-the-pants vampire stuff or nihilistic westerns, and I'm all out of erotic over-the-pants vampire stuff