Lou Jayne

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

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14 Stories

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“Forget me not” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #286

Forget Me Not “I believe you have Athazagoraphobia Latisha”“What does that mean?”“You have an irrational fear of being forgotten, ignored or overlooked”“Oh, so why does it have such a strange name? Wouldn’t ‘forget me not’ phobia be a better one?” â€œWell it originates from the Greek words "athazagoros," which means "forgotten," and "Phobos," meaning fear. Therefore its literal translation is ‘forgotten fear’, so it is a perfectly correct name for your extreme fear”“I see, so how do I get rid of it?”“It will take a 3 pronged approach of ...

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“What’s in a name” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #284

What’s in a name  Shane pulls back from our loving Kiss. â€œCathy do you have any idea just how much I love you?” He asked looking deeply into my eyes with his feverish look that set me on fire every time. If we hadn’t already just finished making love we would have been doing so again. He’s looking at me with an expectation of a reply. I’m so baffled by the question I’m unsure how to answer, he carries on speaking. â€œI know I tell you I love you all the time but I’m not always sure I show it, do you believe me when I say I ...

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“Snap Crackle Pop” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #283

Snap crackle pop This story mentions mental and physical health problems Snap, crackle, pop, went the Rice Krispies, snap crackle, pop, went her bones, especially her knees. She wondered if there was a connection? Those old adverts did used to make the statement, â€˜Rice Krispies, full of snap crackle and pop’. Maybe she’d eaten far too many of them over the years? After all you are meant to be what you eat, Aren’t you?She coughed, spluttering and wheezing from laughing over her own little joke. Her health wasn’t what it used to be...

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“Shattered Cupid” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #282

Shattered Cupid I used to feel like a bright white fluffy cloud on a blue skied summers day. Now I’m just lost somewhere in the black mass of nighttime.Those summer days were the days, way back when I used to be the Cupid of my friends group. I was the one they came to for relationship advice, the one they always asked if I thought they had a chance with someone else. The matchmaker, the hopeless romantic, the one who always saw the good in love and all it had to bring. No matter what there was always a soulmate out there for everyone, and i...

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“Dusty Echos” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #281

Dusty Echos Creeeeeaaak tap tap, groan creak, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, creak, scrape, whhhhhoooooooo, whhhhhhooooo.“Hello? Am I still alone?”whup, whup, whup, whup, tsp tsp, tsp tsp, whup whup, whup. “Everything is going a little foggy, please tell me I’m not alone In this dark cold place ?”Sniff sniff , scrape, tap tap ,tap, tap, scuttle, sniff. “Hahaha that tickles, now I know someone is here with me, who is it?” Squeak squeak, sniff sniff. Tsp tsp tsp. “Whoah whoah, helllllp whoah, oh Thank you for catching me, I hope you don’t mind me spinning ...

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“Lost to the world” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #279

Lost to the World PrologueLost to the world is a post nuclear blast monologue told by one girl, Trudy and her point of view.It could be triggering in many ways but is meant in a lighthearted, thought provoking way, of a world we currently live in and the aftermath that could be.  20/06/2119. 11.11am Flash! The End.  *** Hello, is anyone there? Oh I think I see you, though you can no longer see me. Well I mean technically you can still see me floating around and about, maybe on your shoulder or the floor, but there is still a lot...

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“Apologetic Irony” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #278

Apologetic Irony  (This story contains mild swearing) An unexpected letter arrived through Toney’s door. He didn’t recognise the handwriting? but he could see it was a personal handwritten letter to himself.‘Who could be writing to him? and was it good or bad news?’ After all the only letters he tended to receive these days were bill related and boring. He was actually a little nervous and excited at the same time. He rubbed his thumb and finger together over both sides of the envelope feeling its thick strong crispy texture, ...

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“Wicked Bottled Demon(a poetic tale)” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #277

Wicked bottled demon (a poetic tale) There is a wicked demon, his name is alcohol. He comes in many forms, has a variety of names. A fermented spirit, fruit, veg, malt or grain.  He hides inside a barrel, can, glass or bottle. He likes to take his toll.You are his voodoo doll.He wants to claim and torture.He loves to hear you ask “what’s your poison?”Spirit, larger, beer, wine, dark or light rum?When you think you’re being confident, sociable or cool.He’s lied to you and laughs out loud,Now you’re the fool, in the room or...

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“3AM (#ReedsyBewitched)” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #275

(This story contains grief) 3.AM I hear a blood curdling scream. It wakes me from my deep sleep. I’m hot and dripping with sweat. I turn my head to the right and see the time is 3.am. I’m a little confused, my head is spinning from the scream I just heard. My legs feel weak, frozen in fear, I have a heavy weight on my chest as if I’m being crushed. I’ve heard of this before, I believe it’s called sleep paralysis. I’m finding it hard to breathe, gasping for air, I must be having a panic attack from not being able to move! My head spins o...

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“Nine Fates” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #274

Nine Fates  They say a cat has nine lives and they have eight near misses before they actually die. The question is does nine lives mean this, or does it mean nine lifetimes? Does it matter which it means? Maybe not! But let’s go with the story of a cat who who’s owner believes she actually died eight times already, in eight different ways, over eight different lifetimes, this particular cat is on their ninth life as we speak. She is called Ivory, is pure white albino Persian with beautiful blue eyes, aged 23 years old and is curre...

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“The Reunion #Readsysecrets” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #273

The Reunion Monday 21/10/2024 Dear Diary,Today I received an unexpected letter! I have absolutely no idea how she found me? The adoption agency were under strict instructions not to give out any of my details if they were ever asked.When I gave her up it was with the understanding that she wouldn’t be able to Seek me out in the future. I know that sounds harsh! but I have my reasons. The questions I now have to face is do I reply or leave things as they are? or should I change my own mind about a decision I made 28 years ago? Tuesd...

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“Laryngitis ” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #272

Her red shoes stand out like a single bright poppy in an otherwise empty field. Beckoning me towards them, my mouth watering wildly as my fingers itch and throb to grab them from her, they have to be mine no matter what.I need them like a shadow needs darkness to hide itself in, but I can’t just take them from her. Everyone would see. I need to clear my head and figure out a plan to get them from her. I feel the sharpe edges of my filed down fangs rolling my tongue along them, almost slicing it in half. Yes those shoes mean as much to me as ...

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“The Happy Twins” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #271

This story contains multiple sensitive themes which may trigger people including bullying, mild violence and loss. On the 4th of June 1974 two girls were born at the exact same time of 4.44am. One to Tom and Lydia Brown who they called Margaret (their little Angel Maggie) whom they had prayed for, for so many years.Believing she would never be, she was the most precious gem in their jewellery store. She had golden blond hair, just like Lydia. Which naturally fell into cute ringlets around her head as she grew into a toddler, a...

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“Frosty Lasagna” by Lou Jayne

Submitted to Contest #270

(Contains mild sexual description of a fantasy base which may trigger some) Frosty LasagnaThe lasagne slowly slides down my fork onto the plate with a loud slap. Everyone is now looking at me with eager expectation in their eyes. What other answer could I possibly give but “yes, yes of course I’d be honoured to cater your wedding”Although I am mortified and broken over what I have recently discovered. I am also happy to have found my mystery customer khiadra.“Ah brilliant thankyou thankyou” shouts the blond waitress, as she practically runs ...

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Author bio

I started out writing poems as a teenager and have always wanted to write a novel. Jumping from one to the other is no easy task but I’m loving the challenge of writing short stories here.