Samantha Jones

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“My Brother the Ghost ” by Samantha Jones

When Samantha came down the stairs that morning, she could sense the air was colder than usual. The smooth wood of the stairs felt icy under her bare feet, and the banister under her hand felt frozen. She exhaled and expected to see her breath, but didn't. When she turned the corner to enter the kitchen she saw him. A white specter, a transparent man who appeared to be in his mid-30s sitting at her kitchen table. Well not really sitting, but floating in the shape of a person sitting, his back a swirling mist that went through the chair.&nbsp...

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“Mother Monster ” by Samantha Jones

Submitted to Contest #206

Elyse Hardy couldn’t remember quite clearly the first time her mother had turned into the monster. After all, it had been happening long before she was born, and there were stories she had to hear second hand, from her much older siblings. Her siblings had described to her how she had been a tiny baby when her mother had turned into the monster while driving them to the store, and her siblings had jumped into action, pushing their mother to the side as she snarled and bit, and they managed to get the car to the side of the road, brother stee...

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“Visitors ” by Samantha Jones

We need to clean the House today. Sadie had the thought as soon as she opened her eyes that morning. Her husband’s family was flying into town that day. Flying all the way from Texas to New York. The house is a fucking wreck. When she eventually dragged herself out of bed, she eyed every room of her house with disdain. The bedroom with its bed on a box spring on the floor, the damn sheet that lifted up on the corner to reveal the mattress protector, Every. Damn. Night. The dirty sheets and pillowcases and blankets. The clothes...

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“Three Queens of Rome” by Samantha Jones

Submitted to Contest #203

The carbon steel sword came down hard on the raised wooden shield, slicing across it and leaving a nasty dig in the purple paint. The yellow daisy painted in the front was looking more like a shredded paper flower sliced through with a hundred cuts. The woman behind the shield wore a silver circlet with a bright teardrop diamond in the center of her forehead. Her white-blonde hair fell in bouncy curls around her shoulders as she parried and thrust her shield up with all her might against the blows. Her thin white arm shook under the o...

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Author bio

Environmental Scientist by day, writer by night. I love plants, animals, and history. My stories are sometimes based on real life.