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Jace Xen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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Confidance on a Coin Toss

Author: Dear Reason, Why did I ever imagine returning to my home post-disillusionment, deprogrammed of utopia, was the right thing? You said this would be great for me, for us. But is there really us when you're sure you won't get in the way this time, as you have in previous days. Let's go our separate ways, amicably, I offered. You told me I could come back to school. But after our desperately redundant and repugnant chancellor, of whom I pleaded to be unbearably rather than dearly departed, after laughing behind their cowardly phone cam...

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Waiting

Weekly Contest #339

It’s 9:54AM, and I’m waiting.For the meeting that feels six minutes away even though I have an extra fifty etherally uncounted for. I have everything going for me in my future, all the joys internally awaiting for me here now and here then. And still, pain greets me;Not to take, not to torment, but to be;To be felt, to be heard, to be honored I am awaiting the opportunity to unleash agony building inside. Because with all that I rejoice, the thing that brings me most joy, my inner beauty endlessly expressed so gender fluidly, so many find a ...

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Follow Me Not

Weekly Contest #334

Growing up in a dimly lit part of the Pacific Northwest, I grew acquainted with all the urban legends and tales of the woods that a foresty seaside town could ever offer. 1. *Don’t keep your feet bare by the dark part of the sand for too long, or otherwise the jellyfish will get angry and sting you.* 2. *Be careful walking down the empty streets at night, as quiet as they may be. The wispy ghoulies of the mist will take you with them if you don’t look.* But there was always one legend that stuck out to me. I remember first hearing it when my...

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The Timetables of How Much I Miss You

I remember, All the time. Truth is, my mind is a Time Machine, in existence, all the time. I remember that I was born at the dawn of the millennium, May 9th. And I remember soon after, years barely beginning to glimpse; something, somethings, caught my eye. Starting at only two I’d go to my Dad’s laptop, type plane pictures, and voilà: airliners.net It would take some more time, when double digits began rolling in, and then Wikipedia showed me current flights and current airlines, now and then. Reference links would uncover archives, written...

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Dear Secret

In the era of influencers and accessibly techno-aristocratic sensationalism, I understand better the sentiment of "Hello, You." The Taurean narrator enunciating gravelly dialogue to the curious and irrevocable In addition to the highly stratified, superficially diverse array of vloggers and streamers depicting gaming and supernatural measuring worlds, dawns a new wave of 'educators', aesthetically intersectional being their brags to riches. I feel tugged, reassuring refreshing voices of the rule-oriented unfortunately surrounded by affluence...

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É-tag Ned-log

Disclaimer: *Although briefly skittered over, if any form of horrifying suspense or violence is triggering, please, scroll to another story instead. Thank you.*The tedious in-between of constructing a tap choreography as your means of seeing tomorrow down a gravelly slope designed for free running, followed by a careful landing into a squat, to ensure the longevity of your toes and ankles, while maintaining balance in entirety so as to be adjacent with rather than tumbling into the sea. As rampant ventilating slows to relieving exhales,...

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Trickling Chance

Weekly Contest #283

Cityscapes, The umbrella term consisting of the last  settings many a souls aside from weathered locals would imagine, let alone recognize, as relaxing.  The date was the dwindling days of a closing month of the calendar year.  Which calendar/s?  Fifty years prior, seasons as quantifiable was as alluring of an illusion as was the twist of manipulating aesthetics into a candy cane fantasy with a crucifix adorned athame.  Nowadays, whenever that be, thanks to the delayed gratification of acknowledging Salvador Dal...

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