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Maximo Jones

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2025

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The Fall of Olympus

Submitted to Contest #296

Marcus Kane took a sip of his tea as he scanned the market. So far, so good. If he had it his way, he would have preferred to have the meeting anywhere but central London. Too many eyes, both human and digital. Too many ways it could go wrong. “Target confirmed, Nyx is alone. Achilles, you’re clear to proceed.” The voice echoed through the nearly imperceptible earpiece. “Copy that, Hermes. Proceeding to Nyx.” Marcus rose from his seat and took one more sip before tossing the cup in a trash can. He walked casually, joining the flow of people ...

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The Market of Marvels

Submitted to Contest #295

From the moment I stepped foot inside the Market of Marvels, I felt it was a place outside of time. A warehouse filled to the brim with rows upon rows of antique wooden mounds and stalls packed full of patinated metals, all forming the crude edges of a river which raged with patrons in all directions. To me, it was magic. “Here we are, Artie,” Rose extended an arm, palm up. “Impressive, huh?” The warm, musty air washed over us as we made our way towards a balcony overlooking the market. Sounds of creaking wood and haggling customers encompas...

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Be Right Here

Submitted to Contest #293

The trunk of a 2003 Mazda Miata fits exactly three small cardboard boxes. One for clothes, one for books, and one for everything else. Or, for John Waltz on an overcast fall night, the entirety of one’s earthly possessions. It had been exactly 12 hours since he packed up his life and decided to drive west, only stopping for gas and tall Styrofoam cups of lukewarm gas station coffee.  The faint glow of a rising sun begins to cascade across the morning sky as The Beatles’ Hey Jude whispers gently across the cabin. John yawns and takes a d...

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