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Jacques Humanité

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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The End Destination of the Dying Old Man

The canter of hooves sounded thin against the quiet of the pleached alley. Shafts of moonlight spilled through the branches and the preternatural chill of a midsummer night deepened until his breath frosted against the air. Both ends of the alley disappeared into darkness, and the monotony of it all was only broken by the occasional rustle of something in the underbrush.The old man, bent over the saddle pommel, battled sleep. His eyes drifted closed from time to time and his grasp on the reins loosened, but just before he slipped deep into s...

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The Children

“Listen, the children weep for their parents” His voice was dripping with joy, and horror wound through every inch of my body. The children were strapped to cold, metal chairs, weeping with eyes that looked at us pleadingly. Their muffled pleas beat against my ears in agonizing pathos. The chrome, bowl-shaped helmets placed over their heads buzzed like an army of defective lightbulbs. Or rather, a swarm of flies. And the transparent tubes attaching the helmets to the ceiling glowed the colours of the rainbow, an incongruity that heightened ...

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Ave Memoria

Weekly Contest #75

When I wake from time to time in that dark room, I see the figure sitting by my bed with its head bowed, its elbows on my thighs as it holds a small, silver cross aloft in the pale light shining from somewhere above. “God bless you, God bless you…” Whispers the Thing in a faint, wavering voice. “God bless you, and God keep you.”Following the little prayer, I drift back into the realm between sleep and waking, drifting along ocean tides until at some point a faint light shines once again, but this time it drifts across my vison and then disap...

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A Fool and his Lord

Weekly Contest #66

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning on defeat.” But Takeshi would not stop crying. His chocked sobs were drowned in the faint stirring of autumn leaves. The wooden katana dangled in his trembling grip, and pain flared across the back of his hand where Nagawa-sama had struck, unrelenting and much unlike the boy he had come to know. Takeshi regarded his young Lord’s katana and found a vein of blood running along the edge, where it dripped onto the leaves below. His eyes trailed upwards, but stopped and would go no further. He could n...

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Manse Dracule

Shortlisted for Contest #64 ⭐️

He stood with wine in hand, for hours regarding that portrait hanging above the hearth. The light and shadow rippling across the study as the fire danced bent the face painted in dozens of variations, some kind, some stern, some emotionless, and one that would appear only as the light waned and darkness descended: a monster. He set the glass down and made his way along the winding cobble corridors of Manse Dracule. He passed his family’s banners hanging along the walls, and empty rooms from which the firelight of hearths kindled by phantoms ...

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When the Lights Come On

Weekly Contest #58

Black and red glinted across the darkened town. Sirens wailed through the night quiet, and as more joined the fray, it was apparent that something terrible had happened.In the span of an hour, the small beams of flashlights broke through alley-mouths and glided along the outskirts of town like the workings of a bee-colony.François lit a cigarette. He was seated on a bench beneath a tree overlooking Vanquios. The warm smoke steadied his trembling fingers and calmed his heart. He leaned against the bench and closed his eyes. Even in the autumn...

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The Treehouse

Weekly Contest #50

Time had passed, yet some things stood still.The living room brought a mix of nostalgia and dread as he laid his eyes upon the stained carpet, worn sofas and little television in the corner with its bent antenna.Clothing that had once belonged to him, little blue and white, led in a trail to the equally little shirts and skirts lying in a heap by the coffee table. Crowned atop it was but another thing that had loved her, and was punished for it.Jake knelt and grabbed the teddy bear. He swallowed hard as his fingers brushed against the pink, ...

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