Thomas Jackson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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5 Stories

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“The Under” by Thomas Jackson

Submitted to Contest #235

“Eight bucks, that’s all we got,” Doug says, passing the lukewarm coffee to Johnny. “Crap in a handbasket, man. Where did it go?” “We lost fifty on Villanova and another fifty on the Chargers.” “I told you, Nova on the road was dirty business. And you bought a round of drinks at the bar. I mean what the…” Doug kicks rocks. Johnny lets Doug walk the guilt trip for a few moments. “Well, c...

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“How to Become a Bandit” by Thomas Jackson

Submitted to Contest #175

“Shh, Ethan, they’re going to hear us.” John whispered. “It’s fine,” Ethan said. Ethan’s fourteen inch spade stabbed a patch of grass behind Mrs. Dunlap’s shambling home. John crouched over, waiting for a puddle of empty dirt, large enough to plant the baby orange tree in his hands. Ethan plowed as fast as he could, twisting his wrists like a golfer practicing putts. He fished out a sizeab...

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“In my day” by Thomas Jackson

Submitted to Contest #166

VLOOKUPS, XLOOKUPS, and ZLOOKUPS are bad enough. In my day, we used a piece of paper and a number two pencil. Now, all these kids talk about is Java, Python and SQL. The only sequel I care about is Terminator 2. Now that was a great flick. And don’t get me started on the water cooler talk. It’s all Tinder and Bumble. I can’t tell if they are starting a bee hiving club or Boggle’s cousin is making a comeback. I love that ...

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“Tuesday Nights” by Thomas Jackson

Submitted to Contest #158

The smell of incense reminds me of Sundays. When the kids still called me dad, and we used to go mass. I was in the choir, though I could never hit that C-sharp. That was before I Iost my job. Before the 3:00 PM in-house daily happy hours. Before the accident. Now, I sit in a dilapidated basement of a Lutheran church, and the smell of incense calls another feeling: shame. "John, would you like to talk nex...

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“The Aces” by Thomas Jackson

Submitted to Contest #149

The red light flickered three times in the green room. The Red Aces, tonight's headliner, formed in a circle, arm in arm. They swayed left and right a few times, and Jonny, the lead singer, let out a low, bass-filled hum, then started singing. Two beats in, the rest of the band joined into their granddaddy's favorite Roger Miller tune. The one he sang to them after a cup too many of the shine. "Trailer's ...

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