Jubilee Lubov

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Pocket Knife” by Jubilee Lubov

“Are you coming tonight?”It’s the first thing he asks as she walks through the door. The thick faux fur jacket falls from her shoulders as she replies.“Coming where, Eddie?” she sighs, abandoning the fluffy brown jacket on a hanger.They look at each other, questions burning in both sets of eyes. She closes the coat closet door rather loudly and moves to the couch, stilettos clacking against the dark wood floor.“To Lola’s engagement party. I told you about this a week ...

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“Familiar Things Like Hospital Beds and Bruises” by Jubilee Lubov

9:42 P.M. My nose is bleeding. It’s bleeding, and it won’t stop, and the disgustingly metallic taste of blood fills my mouth as the blood keeps gushing. It keeps going even as I hold tissues to it, it keeps going even as I shove ice against the bridge of my nose. It keeps going long after you were supposed to be home at ten P.M. sharp and doesn’t stop.The apartment remains deathly silent. My nose keeps bleeding as I wait, watching the clock. I make tea to wash away the sheen of blood t...

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“Geneva, City of Yellow Peonies and Dying Mothers” by Jubilee Lubov

I’ve always loved flowers. However, flowers, like people, die.__I remember, it was a while ago now. The middle of winter, bitterly cold and far too much snow to be safe. Yet there I was, walking down a street in Geneva, bundled up, hair getting frozen by the precipitation and humidity in the air (my mother had insisted I get out of her apartment for a little. Claiming, “I’m not going to die in the hour you’re gone!” She’s stranged like that.)I passed multiple establishments, all either closed due...

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“Le Petit Jardin” by Jubilee Lubov

“A meal is a simple thing, really. Just a combination of ingredients that happen to work well together, that are then put onto a plate for someone to eat. That’s it,” She closes the book and tosses it onto the ever-growing pile of papers next to her desk. Sighing, she lets her head fall into her hands.“Don’t fall asleep,” she reminds herself.She’s overworked. That’s the truth of it. The number of gray hairs on her head seems to be increasing, and she wears ma...

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“Sunny Days” by Jubilee Lubov

I’ve never been a fan of sunshine. Or warm weather in general, I suppose. When it’s sunny outside, people always insist you go outside and do things, be productive, and whatnot. In spring especially, there are always people outside frolicking in the grass, admiring blossoming trees, laughing with each other, and looking far too happy for their own good. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t even a little jealous.I prefer when the weather is what all the happy people consider “bad”. Pouring rain, blizzard, clouds, even j...

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“Scorched” by Jubilee Lubov

home (noun): the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.__‘Home.’ Ha. What a funny word. What even is ‘home?’ Is it the place where you feel safest, the place where you laugh with family and friends, or is it simply the structure in which you live? Is ‘home’ even a place at all, since the very definition of home varies from person to person and place to place? If you really think about it, has ‘home’ ever ...

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“Galaxies Away” by Jubilee Lubov

“Be careful out there, ok? I want my daughter to come back in one piece!” my mom had joked that day, wiping a tear from her face as she pulled me in for one last hug. I had breathed in the scent of her brown curls for what could be the last time. My dad had just patted me on the back. He’d never been much of a talker. Then I’d closed the door on 52 Ivory Lane (it had always been a simple address, but now I told myself to remember it as if my life depended on it.) I walked to the subway station, fighting...

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“Mint Chocolate Oi!reo” by Jubilee Lubov

Today was quite the day. My boyfriend broke up with me, my best friend got the stomach flu, I completely forgot about my science quarter-term that’s happening the day after tomorrow, and my usual lunch at my usual cafe was subpar, to say the least (it’s honestly strange- why was it bad today? The world may never know. Dry chicken? At Michi’s Organic Eatery? Unheard of). Not to mention, my favorite ice cre...

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Author bio

Oops, I'm no longer active because of the whole fee thing. Bye! Hi! There's not really much to say when it comes to me, just that I like writing (especially in the odd hours of the night when inspiration hits...) MY FAVORITES: "Familiar Things Like Hospital Beds and Bruises" (contest #104) "Geneva, City of Yellow Peonies and Dying Mothers" (contest #103) "Le Petit Jardin" (contest #100) "Sunny Days" (contest #99) Obviously, I like all my writing but those are the ones I think about the most...