Ronald John MacLennan Jr

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“The Seductress” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #284

It was our annual New Year's Eve party. A traditional black and white tie affair. The party had been in full swing for at least an hour before I noticed her. The band was playing and the guests were dancing. In hindsight, the fact that she slipped past me without me noticing was unusual. My eyes are like radar at these gatherings, scanning for any new or intriguing faces. Somehow, she slipped past my awareness until the moment she stepped into the grand ballroom.I was pouring myself a drink, my usual gin and tonic, when I felt the atmosphere...

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“Snowbound on Christmas Eve” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #283

I’d rented the cabin to escape the chaos of the holidays, not to entertain strangers. The storm hit hard, turning the surrounding forest into an impenetrable wall of white. I’d barely settled into the place, and my only company was the low hum of a fire and the occasional creak of the old wooden beams. That’s when I heard the pounding at the door—relentless, desperate.I opened it to find a young woman bundled in a too-thin coat, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. Snowflakes clung to her eyelashes, giving her the appearance of some misplac...

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“The False Dawn” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #282

The Birth of RadianceThe world was darkness, and in darkness, we thrived. Shadows were our inheritance, the perpetual blackness our cradle. I remember when the first light came—a tear in the fabric of eternity, white and blinding, spilling radiance like blood from a wound. We recoiled, blinded, horrified, and yet drawn toward it as moths to a flame we had never seen.They called it the “Soluminas,” though it needed no name, for its presence was like a deity. Its brilliance remade everything we knew, illuminating the cavernous spires of Tenebr...

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“The Creature Within” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #281

I stir in the abyss of my own making, an echo in the void where no sound should be. My existence is a fragile yet infinite thing, birthed not by gods or devils but by the very marrow of her despair. Isabelle—the vessel, the artist of my form, though she knows it not. She fears me, hates me, but oh, how she has summoned me! Not by name, for I am nameless, but by the resonance of her anguish, her desire, her duplicity. I am her reflection, her truth wrapped in the guise of monstrosity. I have waited, as all such creatures do, lurking in the pe...

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“Vegas Nights” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #280

Xander: "Why are you just standing there? Everyone else is dancing."Moxy: "Maybe I don’t like dancing."Xander: "Then why come to a nightclub? Isn’t that the point?"Moxy: "The point is whatever you make of it. Why are you here?"Xander: "To dance. Obviously."Moxy: "You’re dancing with your drink more than with anyone else."Xander: "Observant, aren’t you?"Moxy: "It’s hard not to notice someone who doesn’t quite fit."Xander: "Not fit? That’s a strange way of flirting."Moxy: "Who said I was flirting?"Xander: "Your eyes. They’ve been following me ...

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“The Serpent's Invitation” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #279

I have been told I am beautiful. A cruel kind of beauty, the kind that inspires devotion and hatred in equal measure. My name, Isabelle, is whispered with reverence in salons scented with perfume and cigarettes. I belong to them, the women who rule this gilded prison of chandeliers and velvet. Rich, old, powerful, and insatiable. They are my patrons, my jailers, my tormentors.They called it a salon, but it was a theater of cruelty. My role was simple: to be admired, to entertain, to submit. The older women lavished me with gifts and trinkets...

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“How to Haunt Your Own Algorithm” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #275

My other self first contacted me through LinkedIn, of all the godforsaken places. While I was hunched over my laptop at 3 AM, eating microwave burritos and pretending to care about quarterly projections, she sent me a connection request. The profile picture was me, but a version that hadn't spent the last five years marinating in fluorescent lighting and cryptocurrency trading. Her hair was the violent purple I'd abandoned after my mother told me I looked like someone had beaten me with a grape popsicle."You've become everything we used to m...

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“A Vampire's Lament” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #273

5th June, 18—In the somber hours of this night, I write my first journal entry, driven by an irrepressible need to document the transformation of my soul. Like Marcel, the vampire that made Antoine, I have stolen the fire of life itself, and now I burn with an unholy flame. Oh, that I could un-know what I have learned, un-see the depths of depravity to which I have sunk!It has been a fortnight since that fateful eve at the opera, when I, in my cursed hunger, extinguished the radiant light that was Lady Amelia Blackwood. Her visage haunts my ...

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“A Lady's Last Serenade” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #272

It was a fortnight past when I, at the urging of my mentor Antoine, ventured forth onto the teeming streets of London. The opera house, that grand temple of mortal artistry, was to be the stage for my test of will. As I entered its hallowed halls, the crush of humanity threatened to overwhelm my senses. Each heartbeat a temptation, each breath a torment.Yet it was there, amidst the glittering throng, that I first laid eyes upon her. Lady Amelia Blackwood, a vision of loveliness that surely the angels themselves must envy. Her raven tresses c...

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“The Way of the Vampire” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #272

16 June, London, 1821I pen these words by candlelight, my hand still trembling from the events of this eve. Alexander's first hunt has left me both exhilarated and deeply troubled. I fear I have unleashed upon this world a force I may not be able to control.As dusk fell, I roused Alexander from his death-like slumber. His eyes, now a preternatural green, opened with alarming speed."Antoine," he gasped, sitting up with inhuman grace. "The hunger... it consumes me."I placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. “We shall hunt soon enough. But firs...

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“Shadows of Marcel” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #271

The streets of London pulsed with an otherworldly energy as the sun dipped below the horizon. I moved through the encroaching darkness, my footsteps silent on the worn cobblestones. Two centuries of undeath had not dimmed the allure of this old city for me; if anything, its blend of decay and vibrant life called to me more strongly with each passing year.As I turned onto Shadwell, a figure caught my eye—a man standing motionless before an antiquarian bookshop, staring at the weathered antiques in the window. There was something ach...

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“Familiar Strangers” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #271

The soothing scent of lavender filled the yoga studio, blending with the soft hum of meditation music. A delicate warmth enveloped the room, courtesy of dimmed overhead lights and glowing candles. Zoe unrolled her mat in the far corner, just where the sunlight trickled through the frosted windows, casting patterns on the polished wooden floor. She took a deep breath, trying to ground herself. Yoga had become her ritual, the one place where she could disconnect from the noise of everyday life and reconnect with herself.As she sank into a sens...

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“Our Last Night Together” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #270

I stepped into the restaurant as if I owned every breath of air around me. The click of my heels marked the rhythm of every gaze turning my way. I wore a black silk dress that curved around my body as if tailored by the gods themselves, hugging every slope and contour from the slight dip at my waist to the elegance of my shoulders.The soft candlelight from the restaurant’s lanterns highlighted my alabaster skin and the deep cascade of my dark hair that fell in waves, contrasted with my sharp green eyes.Across the table sat Julian, tousled da...

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“The NeuroSynapse Chip” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #269

 The woman, gasping for breath, ran down the wet, deserted alley, her heels clicking on the pavement. The rain fell hard, splattering onto the puddles around her, but she hardly noticed. All she could think about was getting away from the men in the bar. She slipped and almost fell, catching herself on a dumpster before regaining her balance. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked back at the bar's entrance, half-expecting to see them emerging any second. But it stayed dark and silent. Maybe they bought her story. Maybe they ...

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“Night at the Loose Screw Tavern” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

Submitted to Contest #268

Physical violence, or abuse, sexual intercourse (heterosexual), psychological distress Just three months ago, I was Dr. Amber Frost, a rising star in the field of quantum physics, on the verge of a breakthrough that could revolutionize our understanding of parallel universes. I'd had a loving fiancĂ©, a beautiful apartment in the heart of the city, and a future so bright it was blinding.But then everything unraveled.First came the anonymous emails questioning the validity of my research. Then, the whispers in the hallways of the universi...

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Author bio

Writing stories is more than just arranging words on a page. For me, it’s a soulful dance of thoughts, characters, and emotions. With every story I weave, I embark on a journey deep into the realms of human experience. There’s an unparalleled joy in crafting worlds and lives, and in that process, I discover not just the essence of my characters but also nuances of myself.