Kelly Jackson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2022

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Coming in hot” by Kelly Jackson

Submitted to Contest #199

This is my nightmare, this is my actual nightmare. Why did I have to come out? What on earth possessed me? One of my least intelligent ideas and perhaps my last. An unforgiving heat wave had forced us out. Between my tossing and turning on the pull-out sofa and Gromit’s relentless flitting between dog bed and kitchen floor, we were on track for a hopeless night of insomnia. As I stared at the ceiling I fantasised of plunging into an icy pool, floating bare, gazing at the blackness above. But let's be real, this isn’t California, th...

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“Transformational” by Kelly Jackson

Submitted to Contest #193

Twelve year old Mia Sanderson wants for nothing and gives nothing in return. Her world is full of love, her life happy and plentiful. Blessed with hard-working parents, living a comfortable life in the small town of Yellow Springs, Ohio. Mia’s mother and father are pillars of their community, regularly donating time and money to worthy causes, hoping that their only child will follow suit. Despite their best efforts, Mia has always refused to share. When she was a toddler, she refused to share her toys with the other children, at Easter, she...

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“The Box” by Kelly Jackson

Submitted to Contest #192

The serpentine of hopefuls braced themselves against the November rain, clutching their boxes, bags, and packages, firmly focused on the ancient oak doors leading into St. Paul’s Chapel. Their endurance of the bitter cold and their gaze towards the old church was indeed a pilgrimage of hope, but their path was not to God; but to the team of valuers and antiques experts who had ascended on the small town of Ironbridge for their televised antiques roadshow. Sita looked up at her mother, who winced, head down away from the driving rain. Her han...

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“Barbed” by Kelly Jackson

Submitted to Contest #185

The warm trickle of blood emerged from my throbbing wounds, snaking down my clenched fingers and hanging like Christmas baubles on the barbed wire. Finally, something else, finally, I can feel; something else. My flesh, embedded in the threatening teeth of the barb, warming the steel. The hot pain flooding my senses, drowning the noise, the torment, the torture. I released a deep and satisfying breath, eyes closed, face to the clouds. People speak of broken hearts. Well, you can save those cliches for greeting cards. My very soul, what makes...

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“Nature Vs Nurture” by Kelly Jackson

Submitted to Contest #174

I had that dream again last night. Being chased, desperately trying to lose my pursuer, my legs painfully slow and heavy. I never manage to escape. I dare not look back, but I hear their footsteps, rapidly gaining on me, their hot breath drawing closer and closer, making my hairs stand to attention. I stumble in the darkness as the overwhelming fear floods every muscle, every tendon, crushing my burning chest. Then I wake. My body stiff and twisted, palms hot and wet, teeth clenched like a vice. My husband thought I was having a seizure the ...

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“Destroying Angel” by Kelly Jackson

Submitted to Contest #173

We live in a world of speed and noise, bobbing around like a cork on the waves, carried by the tide of love and fortune. Entering this world in a state of pure vulnerability, the simplicity of life snowballs with layer upon layer of life’s occurrences, those in our control and those which are thrust upon us. That is, until we then travel full circle back to that weakened state of vulnerability, living a simple existence; reliant upon others. The tick, tock of our mortal clock grows ever louder as we tumble towards our so called ‘golden’ year...

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