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Jayde Trilo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Hell

Weekly Contest #206

Warning: Contains mention of mental illness, gaslighting, and abuse. Potentially suicidal thoughts are hinted at. Also contains violence, gore, profanity, and pseudo-religious imagery.You’re lying. It didn’t start with decrepit hands tapping on door frames and slithering away at my glance. Or the bloody handprints that only I can see. It started with that terrifying ten-foot-tall demon-thing that appeared in my bedroom that night when I was eleven. I looked up from my book and bam! A demon looming over me like an angry cloud. Sooty coat with...

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A Taste of Home

Weekly Contest #171

     He had not expected to meet another human at an ammonia bar on an ice-ball moon near the galactic core.She had purposely gone to this remote, silicon-based place to avoid meeting other humans.              They didn’t even see each other at first, with their environment suits hiding their figures enough to blend into the crowd of large, shaggy people that called this place – both moon and dark circular tavern - home. He was ushered towards her...

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The Complete Beginner’s Guide to Time Travel and the Multiverse

Weekly Contest #91

Sarah was manning the front desk of the library when the zombie-killer walked in. In truth the person probably wasn’t a zombie-killer; the library windows took up an entire wall, and there was no sign of the chaos and bloodshed expected of a zombie apocalypse outside. There was a small part of Sarah that wished there was a zombie apocalypse though. Then she’d be able to march into the backroom where Dena, her manager, was playing Candy Crush and say “look, zombies. Guess it wasn’t a waste of time me borrowing all those zombie stories last we...

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The Wound-Up Heretic

Weekly Contest #74

     Due to my status as a condemned sorcerer-turned-heretic, I’ve spent thirty endless days bewitched and confused atop the Tower of Purgatory. The barred window of my cell looks out over the tidy brick streets of Queensroost city, with the Colossus of the Goddess of Order looking over the clockwork markets and temples and common people. Her gaze seems to pierce right through the window, meaning I have to endure her scrutiny if I want any view besides the dark box of stone and mold I am forced to wallow in.The only ...

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Endlings

Weekly Contest #62

The Last Human on Earth had reached her destination. Beside her Goldie, the probably-last dog on Earth, barked and wagged her tail. The Last Human looked away from the empty billionaire’s house they had come to and patted Goldie. The poor girl was all skin and bones, just like the Last Human. If the upcoming winter was as bad as the previous one, neither of them would survive.“We made it girl” The Last Human said as Goldie leaned in for harder ear scratches. “Let’s see if Richie Rich here actually did it.”And see if his house still had power...

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“- Don’t Worry About That, Just Go.”

Weekly Contest #55

Warning: This one gets a bit gory. “Can you keep a secret?” “Why would you ask me that right now?” “Mate, I just need to know; can you keep a secret?” “We are locked in an actual dungeon, in a possibly legitimately haunted house, listening to cultists chanting away in Latin, and that is all you have to say to me?” “Look, Jai, don’t take this the wrong way mate, but you have a pretty terrible track record of keeping your mouth shut.” “What?” “Well, you ruined Devon’s surprise party. And you told Rei about Andy’s crush on her. It worries me...

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The Broken Heart Pendant

Weekly Contest #54

Tara started her final shift when Exodus landed on the new world. On the surface the thin atmosphere tried to cough up enough wind to move her light grey dreadlocks as she marched over the flat terrain. She led her team to their habitat, glancing back occasionally to see if their contingent of colonists were still following. She had no sympathy for the ones that had fallen behind, leaning against each other to catch their breath, or laying down to cry in the pathetic red ferns that covered the ground. They had been bought out of cryosleep tw...

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Ground Beneath My Feet vs. Ground Up In The Sky

Weekly Contest #52

I used to be fascinated by the little blueish-white ball in the sky, rather than afraid. My first memory was of my mother teaching me that ground beneath my feet was called ‘earth’ and that ground in the sky was called ‘moon’. Through the glass we would gaze up at the moon, and Mum would tell me stories about the two million people that had gone to sleep in technologically decorated coffins beneath the surface just before the meteorite hit. Then Dad would tell me stories about the scouts that had flown to the moon to see if it was safe to ...

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The Know It All

Weekly Contest #51

In my earliest memory, Dad saw something on TV that bought up painful memories. I dropped my toys and ran to Mum’s office, clutching her leg as tears streamed down my face. Mum rushed to his side, and from the office I was bombarded with fears I wished I could make go away. Later, they asked me to explain what had happened. I couldn’t. I didn’t have the words, and even if I did, I hadn’t yet realized how different I was. It would be two more years before I realized that I could read minds. *** It happened at my grandparent’s house....

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