JS. Señor

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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“Borrowed Lives” by JS. Señor

Submitted to Contest #289

She stood in a dimly lit room. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls. Before her lay an assortment of exotic plants, their vibrant hues and unusual shapes, unlike anything in a typical garden. Her hands moved with an almost mechanical precision, grinding the leaves and petals into a fine powder. The pestle's rhythmic motion echoed in the silence. She poured the powder into a small vial, then added a few drops of an amber-hued liquid. Slowly, the mixture swirled, thickening into a dark, viscous substance.She now stood out...

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“Unsent Letters” by JS. Señor

Submitted to Contest #287

November 19, 2023Mother, Oh, how I miss you, Mother! Each passing day since you left has created a void too deep to ever be filled. I have been consumed by pangs of loneliness and, even more so, by regret. Every night, I try to relive the moments we shared when I was younger. I realize now how inattentive I was during those times — always daydreaming and not particularly fond of your presence. I took you for granted — your love, your presence, and your company.I remember our last encounter. I stopped by our hometown for a short visit, b...

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“The December I Used to Know” by JS. Señor

Submitted to Contest #285

It’s December again. I hate December. The twinkling and the flashing Christmas lights. They make you dizzy when you stare too long or try to follow the lighting pattern. And the caroling. Don’t get me started on those people. Half of them are just doing it as a December gig. You feel obligated to fork over cash just to shut them up. I don’t feel it anymore—the December spirit. That’s all.It makes me feel lonely. Don’t get me wrong—I used to love December. I remember the whole month feeling exciting when I was young: New Year, Christmas, and ...

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I write what I remember. I write what I know. I write what feels both familiar and strange.