S. John

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“WWII Reenactment” by S. John

Submitted to Contest #61

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” Tom’s best friend grunted from the back seat where he lay on his side, a hand clutching a bleeding wound in his abdomen.“Dude!” A quick glance from the highway to the rearview mirror removed Tom’s eyes from the road long enough for the car to drift into the other lane. “This is a rental! You’re bleeding everywhere―shit!” He jerked the wheel as the car he nearly drifted into honked furiously at him.“Good.” Tom’s best friend, Ben, grinned through his obvious discomfort. “I hope they keep your deposit.”“D...

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“Ford Included” by S. John

Submitted to Contest #60

The hill stood just a tad taller than the hill beside it on the edge of a river. It stood, green like mint, in a splash of morning sunlight. Dewy drops clinging to blades of grass shimmered like diamonds in such a way that if a giant were to pass by, he could mistake the hill for a sugary treat that he might stop to pop into his mouth.  Three people lived on the hill一Ford, Gregory, and Clara. Six people lived on the hill beside them, and eleven people lived on the hill behind them. Interactions happened sparingly.  On Ford’s tw...

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“The Wedding Coordinator” by S. John

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #59

Dearest Reader, if you are a wedding-coordinator, please be advised that your boss might be withholding a secret inhuman-identity. If you are considering a job as a wedding coordinator, then be aware that “wedding coordinator” is code for “virginal sacrifice.” If you are like me and already aware of this troublesome fact, then my condolences. We are trapped, as the human offerings of a wedding between Gods. I hope your boss wasn’t born from Chaos, like mine.  My name is Maggie Adams. I’m nineteen years old, and my life is over.  ...

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“A Choice” by S. John

Submitted to Contest #58

Seventeen-year-old Daisy Owenby stepped onto an elevator on a Tuesday morning, a quarter past eight. In a blue dress that fit her age, and a yellow wallet clutched against her belly, she wore an expression of distress. It was the second thing Daniel Wiley noticed when the elevator doors opened with a whurr on the fourth floor. The first thing he noticed, as he stepped forward, a polite smile fixed on his face, was how pretty she was.  When he reached in front of her to press the pad of his thumb into a glowing button that would determ...

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“The Dark Prince” by S. John

Submitted to Contest #57

“ㅡyou see, the thing about vampires is: it’s not all about the teeth and the violence; it’s about living forever and experiencing an amazing world beyond a human’s understanding. I’m not a monsterㅡI mean, I drink human blood, yes, butㅡI hardly ever kill my victims anymore. I don’t want to be the alpha species on the planet. It makes no difference to me whatsoever that my father is king; I have no qualms telling him that I’m out of the coven. â€œEllie, just listen, I know I shouldn’t have pretended to be human, but I’m not lying when I say...

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“Who Am I” by S. John

Submitted to Contest #36

Dear Diary,I have tapped out at twenty-five. I came to this depressing realization one afternoon on a cold South Iowa day. It wasn’t snowing, but there was snow on the ground. The dogs were barking outside, and the kids were fighting over something in the living room. It was my birthday. I was staring at the dusty blue walls of my bedroom, and thinking absolutely nothing. Only later would I realize that this nothing I thought of was the tell-tale sign of a young life coming to its end. From now on, I would be somewhere in betw...

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Author bio

I personally believe that Nabokov could have written a 90,000-word novel about a number two pencil and it would have been great.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #59
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