VJ Hamilton

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

Stories (66)

66 Stories

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“Bullet Train” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #293

Agnes Beaulieu looked out her window as the Shinkansen, or bullet train, pulled out of Tokyo station. Harsh late-morning sunlight alternated with shadows from buildings and tunnels: light-dark, light-dark-dark, light-dark-light, with increasing frequency as the train picked up speed. She gave a heavy sigh. For four years she had been accompanying young Katriona on trips from her father’s place in Seattle to her mother’s place in Kumamoto. It was not unlike bronco busting, with Katriona bucking and pitching the whole ride while she, Agnes, si...

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“The Afghan” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #292

Gran drew out a long acrylic strand from the canvas knitting bag and continued her day’s work: the rhythmic yarn-over and loop-through motions of her crochet hook. The telly was airing a documentary. Lives of Master Painters: Winslow Homer. Painted seascapes exploded onto the big screen as the camera, like a lover’s eye, caressed the textures and colours of Homer’s paintings. It zoomed in on brushstrokes of waves, then zoomed out to show the people. Desperate people! Men trapped on flimsy boats on stormy seas. Murky blues, jagged whitecaps. ...

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“The Magic Bush” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #291

FRANKI was taking our baby, little Tabitha, out for walkies and allowing Lyndsay some time for herself. As a new father and somewhat less new husband, I was already in the doghouse. According to Lyndsay, I was a careless, inattentive parent. She accused me of wantonly dropping baby garments throughout the neighborhood. My negligence toward the darling baby socks was on par with letting a toddler play on a superhighway.So, yeah, I was a little stressed.The problem was, I had put Tabitha in the stroller, wearing her Oshkosh overalls and a pair...

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“Between the Covers” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #290

The tour bus took a different turn than expected and ended up in an old part of the city where there was a verdant park, a tinkling fountain, and comfortable wrought-iron benches. Various small shops lined the streets. The doggy spa rested beside the eyeglasses boutique; the pastry shop wafted its aromas toward the vintage clothing bazaar; and the bike shop did while-you-wait repairs for café customers next door. The driver parked the tour bus and announced, “Everybody, half-hour break!” Although some might buy a spare bike headlight, purcha...

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“Blindsided” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #289

The room is unfamiliar, I don’t know how I got here.  I am seated. I feel the chair against my butt. My back.  I look at my feet. I lift one, then the other. They are inside big-toed, thick-soled black boots. When I lift one up, I see small puddles of dirty water under it. My hands lie on the table in front of me. The table is big enough for only one person: me. I can wiggle my fingers but it’s strange, my hands are inside puffy cloth bags. Like the puffy cloth thing I am wearing. “Settle down,” says a big man. He is about twi...

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“The Ride Not Taken” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #288

The plan was to leave campus early, before the snow set in, while light still filled the sky. But Aidan had fallen into a rabbit hole of online references and blogs and comments-on-blogs while researching his essay on indigenous land claims in northern Canada. Just an undergrad essay for an optional class, but it had suddenly become make-or-break, the piece he would regard forever more as the point when he committed, the point when he actually took up the cause to work for justice for his people. The library closing-time signal had chim...

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“The Worst Gift” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #284

It was the last day of Christmas holidays. There was so much to do to get the kids ready for tomorrow. Sierra planned to wake them up in an hour. They would be grouchy, but it was better to get on to the school-time schedule a day before they actually had to do it. She bit her lip, wishing she didn’t have to be the Grinch, wishing the fire emergency was over and that Pat could be home, safe and sound—and helping corral the kids. Fire season used to be April to October, so Pat normally had time off over winter. It had been a shock when the fi...

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“Paper Snowflakes” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #279

Faelyn dug the blade of her chisel into the wood, one chip at a time. Her brother, Sammy, sat on a crate beside her, snipping at a folded paper. In the bunker around them, the shelves were so laden with supplies they curved under the weight. Canned foods, hardware goods, and metal replacement parts jostled for space with tins of biscuits and sacks of beans. The contents of an average-sized house had been shaken out and crammed into a space one-tenth the size. Uggggh, she was sick of that room.Bits of wood and paper drifted onto the scuffed c...

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“Bewitched” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #275

“That’s it,” Joe yelled. “Final straw—I can’t connect!” He darted from kitchen table to rickety verandah, holding his laptop: the dance of the fading WiFi. “Hello, sweetheart,” Griselda crooned as she sidled up the path to their cottage. In the distance two ravens cawed and a motorboat hummed across the wide blue lake. A bucket swung on her arm; it held her beloved stinky newts and toads under bunches of noxious herbs. “Were you talking to me, dear?”Joe averted his eyes quickly—before she could mesmerize him. He forced himself to look only a...

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“Locked Away” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #273

Don’t tell anyone. I’m not supposed to be living here in the McKillop mansion. But when Mrs. Mildred McKillop invited me, an undocumented refugee, to stay in her home, what was I supposed to do? She caught me when I was at a low point, a few years ago, going door to door offering to rake and sweep leaves in the fall. “Ten bucks a pop,” I would say to whoever opened the door of each fine, gracious home in the ritziest enclave of Denver. They’d take one look at me, a sixteen-year-old kid with a bad haircut, wearing an outdated Denver Dynamite ...

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“The Red Pen” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #269

MathieuShe is dead now, that Ms. Beasley who wielded the nastiest red pen this side of the Atlantic. I saw with my own eyes the drops of blood punctuating the white tile floor. I heard with my own ears the frantic call for help. I listened as the breathing became still, due to the poison of my dart.Generations of upper-year science students had to suffer the indignity of Beasley’s red pen as she reigned supreme in her laboratory. I was a student, a damn good one too. I had to take her lab class—I needed that course for my degree, and I had t...

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“A Hard Lesson” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #268

Due to wildfires our house burned up, my husband got laid off, and my asthma began acting up with all the smoke and residue. The doctor said I needed to stay indoors, with an air filtration unit, at least until the baby is born—two months from now—and ideally for the next six months, until the baby’s lungs were robust.  Mom lived in Stittsville, a two-hour drive away. Although Dad died twelve years ago, she’s still rattling around in the family house. “I’d love some company,” she said, “and the air here is clean.”Can skylark and night o...

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“By Accident” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #267

At the corner of 8th Avenue and W 39th Street, David stands, blinking in the morning light, finally surfacing to air outside the tiled hallways of the Port Authority Bus Terminal, the busiest bus terminal in the world. Slowly, dazedly, he paces to a street corner, shifting the shoulder strap of his overnighter. He’d slept jaggedly on the pleather seat of the Trailways overnight bus, and now is confused by this hectic city he’s been ejected into. He takes a deep breath. He touches his wallet in one pocket, his cellphone in the other. So far, ...

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“The Perfect Day” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #266

Jackie Yay, the perfect day for writing. Three friends agreed they would extend their usual two-hour write-together date into a daylong feast. “Labor Day—for our labors of love,” Jackie said, and she reserved the big meeting room at her office for the three of them. They would each bring their work-in-progress.Jackie’s husband was away on a weekend retreat; her time was truly her own. She set out on her bike an hour early, planning to get a head start. But her front tire had a slow leak so she had to stop twice to pump it.The second time she...

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“The Horseshoe” by VJ Hamilton

Submitted to Contest #265

“I am on my way to pick up a horseshoe. My brother Dennis took it. It’s been outta my hands for a very long time,” says the man on the seat beside me. We’re on a Greyhound somewhere in West Virginia. I swirl my frosted vanilla cappuccino and take a long pull through the straw. Around us the other passengers are snoozing or gazing out the window. I’m glad I doctored my drink with a stiff shot of Grey Goose before I boarded. “A horseshoe, eh?” I say.My seatmate Braydon is a tough-looking guy, with close-cut hair that doesn’t quite disguise the...

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Author bio

Still digging out from the snowbanks of February. But the daylight hours are growing longer...

Winning 2 stories 🏆

Contest #250
Rhymes with Pepsi – read story
Contest #45
Winds of Change – read story

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Contest #101
Crush – read story