Lee Jackson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Fixers” by Lee Jackson

Submitted to Contest #31

Before he knew it, he was falling backwards and hitting the ground. It was just a blur of something that had charged out of nowhere, knocking him over. Supine but alert, Jim instinctively looked behind him in the direction of where the force had been heading and saw anomalous fading blocks of reality closing in on themselves.Jim slowly stood up, dusting himself down. He felt a tingling under his skin, static electricity charging him. He checked for any damage to his head. No bleeding. But he felt uneasy, confused.Jim nursed his back from the...

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“Once a forest green” by Lee Jackson

Submitted to Contest #31

The spinning vortex sucked me back into a painful habit once again. With all the best intentions change doesn’t come easily. Habits stick to me like cobwebs, determined to string a trail to me, so that I can always be dragged back. They cling to me, forcing me to collect the same things from the supermarket every time; to drive the same way to work every day and to end the night with a glass of red wine.Habit is why that forest green-coloured t-shirt is tumbling around in the grip of the vortex. The churning water seeping through to its...

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“Where Warriors Roam” by Lee Jackson

Submitted to Contest #27

I leap over the fallen log. It acts as the final hurdle. I know now that I can make it safely. There will be no stopping me from here. There never has been. I can hear them pounding and crashing through the foliage behind me, and behind me is where they are going to stay. I’m not quite sure who it is this time.I had just been skimming stones across the lake, the edge of the forest sitting away to my left. I had been enjoying the cool evening breeze, watching the sinking sun paint a pink hue across the sky and watching its reflection dan...

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“Splinters of sound” by Lee Jackson

So many fragments of the world end up with me in the darkroom. I pull the world into one small place, like putting the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle into a jar. They are not in order, but everything belongs with everything else. It’s all entwined. It doesn’t matter how far I travel, whether it’s to shoot starry nights in the foothills of the Yorkshire dales, or snapping the seemingly lost worlds of narrow alleyways in Lisbon, it all comes together here as one.The sledgehammer stands in the corner behind me. As I glance over at it under the red l...

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