Justine Klavon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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“Whispers in the Wind” by Justine Klavon

Submitted to Contest #240

       I stood in my front yard with my year-old Basset Hound named Hamlet. It was chilly in April in Pennsylvania and a cold breeze whipped against my exposed cheeks, making them rosy and cold to the touch. I mindlessly watched as Hamlet sniffed the frozen ground around us, my long red hair blowing every which way in the escalating speed of the wind. I enjoyed a good breeze, especially on warmer days. But the thing about the wind is that it always brings change. And that’s what I feared the most. &nbs...

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“Seven” by Justine Klavon

Submitted to Contest #174

 “I think you should come live with me, and we can be pirates.”   The short but gorgeous Taylor Swift song hit my ears through my earbuds as I pushed on against the bitter Illinois wind. I was walking alone back to my barracks on the Great Lakes Naval Station base from having dinner at the galley on a cold December evening. Even though I was bundled up with my fleece liner inside my uniform parka and my black knit cap covering my ears, the wind coming off of Lake Michigan bit and tore at my exposed skin.   “Seven" wa...

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“One Team, One City, One Dream” by Justine Klavon

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city…you can get robbed, stabbed, shot, or murdered any day of the week, but if you’re wearing green on gameday, you may as well be everyone’s brother or sister. Whether you’re from Philadelphia, outside of Philadelphia, or just visiting Philadelphia, an Eagles jersey is your all-access VIP pass to the City of Brotherly Love and will protect you better than a bulletproof vest. Even if the Eagles are having a bad season or just lost a huge game, you could wear an Eagles jersey anywhere in Philadelphia and find your...

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“Ariel; Guardian Half-Angel” by Justine Klavon

Submitted to Contest #84

Alone, Ariel sat in the center of the king-sized bed, holding her knees to her chest, and staring at the closed cabinet across from her in the small hotel room. There was a decent-sized television on the other side of those closed cabinet doors but the electricity in the hotel had gone out at least three weeks ago, rendering it useless. Which meant the air conditioning didn’t work either and that meant something on the coast of California, on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Ariel didn’t know what day it was or how long it had been since she’d...

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