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Jourdain Black

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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Decisive Loop

Submitted to Contest #289

“And hereeee we go.” Describing where I am is difficult. Like, I know where I am—I can sense it—but putting it into words seems impossible. The ground is ground-like; I must be standing on something. And even though there’s “space” as far as the idea can see (white? Colorless? Empty??) there are walls that are wall-like, taller than I can reach, and boxing me in.There’s very little to be said about how things look, and much more about how things feel.It doesn’t feel like I’m anywhere in particular, but the thought that I’m in such a strange ...

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Diametrically Opposed

Submitted to Contest #186

“...What is that you’re holding?” “Connley Cabot? Ha! That’s so like you to have such an insufferable name—is that why you were scouted?” “My ID.” “And the rest of your stuff in this pretty little satchel you’ve got. I love the little flowers~” “Don’t shake it.” “Oh. Surely you don’t mean like this?” “You’re having fun now, but it’s gonna come back to bite you in the ass, tenfold.” “You mean…you’re coming back to ‘bite me in the ass’?” “No. I’ll be the indiscernible blur barreling toward you.” “Ah.” “With my arm cocked ba...

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Felt Like You Really Needed One

Submitted to Contest #173

My vision starts misty and groggy; my focus fine-tuning with every blink. I’m on the couch, I’m still wearing jeans, what time is it, how much time have I lost now–? …I’m covered in Isaac’s weighted blanket. That asshole. He’s always insistent that I get a “good night’s sleep” upon coming home and taking a warm bath, like such a thing even exists in my line of work. I get it though, I do. Appreciate it. Still. My phone is face up, charging, and plugged into the nearby power strip. I reach over to grab it, but the blanket roughly roll...

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