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Jakin Files

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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Chicken Coop Massarcre

Weekly Contest #86

“Ah,” remarked Trace, inhaling a deep breath of fresh, spring air. “Ah, what?” demanded Spejj, somewhat amusingly. “The air.” Spejj looked around and took a daring sniff. “Yep, it’s air.” “No…” “It’s not air?” interrupted Spejj, “Huh, I could’ve swore that it was.” “No,” started Trace once more. “There you go again with that no. You shouldn’t make a habit of that you know.” There was a moment’s silence as Trace considered his next move. “I just like to appreciate spring. The trees, the flowers, the green grass. Something about it, I guess it...

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Raiders From the East

Weekly Contest #85

His head smashed into the low wooden doorpost of the Flagon Inn as he was leaving. All eyes were on him as he rubbed his head, trying to suppress the throbbing pain. He noticed the awkward glances he was receiving and smiled.“Ouch!” he said, amusingly.Several men laughed as they returned their attention to their gambling. A serving girl smiled and resumed her duties. The innkeeper nodded sympathetically.“Watch yer head ther’ mister,” he said, “it’s a bit low.”Alan smiled as he closed the door behind him and started down the dirt street, his ...

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Salt On the Air

Weekly Contest #83

*Authors note* This story is loosely based on the events of future President, lieutenant John F. Kennedy. Commanding officer of motor torpedo boat PT-109 during WWII. Salty seawater splashed his face as the boat crashed through the rough waters. The constant hum of the engine, like a swarm of mosquitos. The cool night air felt good after the sweltering heat of the day. Ken stared endlessly into the sheer black, curtain-like night. His legs compensating for the never-ending up and down, up and down movement of the boat. Their target? A Japa...

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The Unexpected

Weekly Contest #82

I had been instructed to come to work after nine that day, for which I was truly grateful. Although, the extra time was more than I knew what to do with. I ate my usual eggs and bacon breakfast along with a cup of black coffee. After breakfast, I got dressed for work. Combed back my hair and straightened my tie. After I was finished, I absentmindedly headed for the door, grabbing the car keys along the way. Stopping with a start I spun round and headed back to the living room. It was only eight-fifteen. Setting my briefcase on the carpeted f...

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Willow

Weekly Contest #81

The water was just right. Waves crashed on the shore as ferociously as a small ripple on a lake can. Leaves rustled in the nearby trees. Light suddenly erupted from the sky, as the sun broke free of the now, vanishing clouds. Fletcher carried the last of the supplies to the dinghy, that sat half in the water. He took care in placing all items so that the boat would sit even and balanced on the water. The last thing he wanted was for it to capsize. Standing erect once more, he licked his forefinger and raised it just above his head. He nodded...

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