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Jennifer Luckett

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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Into the Unknown

Weekly Contest #247

From the Field Journal of Dr. Alexandra Mason March 2224 Field Traveler, SITE for Exploration Commission March 3, 2224 Day 1 I’ve always hated first days. Whether it’s training days, or trips, it’s so difficult to begin with nothing and face the unknown. And nothing really helps-no mantras, or prayers, or whatever. I’m always scared to face things, but now, it seems, I have no choice but to finish what I've begun. I’ve never seen such a blue sky. The clouds seemed wispy, like fragile stretched cotton, so whisper soft. Good thing my eye sh...

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A Journey

Ellie hated to travel at night, but she needed the safety darkness provided. Howls of some predatory beast echoed through the valley, and a whistling wind created a dreary soundtrack. She ignored the sinking feeling in her core and continued on her way. When she reached the Dip, the junction of the main road and the mountain pass highway, acrid smoke wrinkled Ellie’s nose, and charcoal gray plumes curled above the path. Hunched figures in hoodies and jackets huddled around an open flame in an encampment beside the road. She smiled at a woman...

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Letting Go

Weekly Contest #246

I dabbed the blood dribbling from a gash on my calf, thanks to exposed wood on the battered seesaw. Once, the playground beckoned us on lazy afternoons, its sharp, sweet freshly mowed grass, the promise of freedom to play during the endless stretch of days made Summer my favorite season. Now, those placid days existed in my memory; this abandoned space looked worse for wear. Weeds outnumbered blades of manicured grass, warped and scarred structures, relics well past their prime, remained here, not unlike at least one of its current visitors ...

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Eclipse Day

Weekly Contest #245

“Hasn’t it started already?” Randall teetered on the makeshift stand, and the protective glasses slid down his tiny nose. “Don’t think so, Randy,” his older sister Jessie said, water dribbling from her watering can as she headed toward their mother’s vegetable garden. Intense sunlight dotted her forehead and neck with beads of perspiration. Jessie had abandoned her eyewear for the solar eclipse, dressing in a hurry to begin the morning chores, after their angry voices interrupted her sleep. “Look, Randy, the sun is so high. When it happens, ...

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The Photo

Weekly Contest #244

(This story deals with illness and death.) The Photo by Jennifer Luckett I rearranged the pillow under my head, and the battle for comfort began. No nurses responded when I pressed the call button for something to help me sleep, though nothing eases the discomfort of my terminal cancer. Now, it’s maintaining a balance, but pain means I’m still here. I’ve been catching up on a stack of unread mysteries and unfinished writing. I’ve settled all my other affairs, and Jenny will take care of anything I've left undone. Chaplain visits have given...

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The Shot

Weekly Contest #243

The Shot by Jennifer Luckett Mari staggered home, bruised and swollen with orbs of anger to expel and hurl at her attacker until his wounds exceeded hers. Rocks and stones littered the park, but she lacked what she needed to weaponize them. After Mari cleaned her wounds and swallowed a handful of pills, she discarded her clothes and changed, tying a scarf around her neck to hide the fingerprints. “Mari, I need you!” “Coming, Dad!” Mari rushed to his side. “It hurts so much everywhere,” David said. “I know, Dad.” Mari shook her head, taking i...

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Restoration

Weekly Contest #242

Restoration by Jennifer Luckett The balled-up pages blanketed the carpet below like melting snowballs, useless for the masterpiece of a snowman I wanted to build. I really needed inspiration to end this Writer’s Block that all the long walks or journal writing couldn’t fix. I’d loved Science museums since grade school, always fascinated by displays of obsolete machines and extinct creatures. I was considering an overdue museum visit when my best (and only) buddy Jenny suggested I visit the Fine Art collection. “I’ve never really been a fine...

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Either/Or

Weekly Contest #241

Either/Or by Jennifer Luckett Usually the choice is easy. Sleep so I can function the next day, or scroll my feed all night and drag myself up the following morning. Throw off the covers and face another day, or crawl under again and hide from the world. Store the shears in the craft drawer, or use them and bandage the bloody wounds after. Have the salad and run five miles, or eat more sugar and watch the numbers on the scale climb as I dive further into regret about how I look. Return the call and say yes, or ignore him and spend another s...

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The Strongest Force

Weekly Contest #240

The Strongest Force Shivering against an icy breeze stippling her skin with goosebumps, Joanna Wilson rewrapped her slender neck in her favorite red knit scarf. She usually avoided walks in temperatures below 30 degrees, but she needed a respite from home. The frigid air allowed her to breathe again, dialing down the boiling below the surface of her consciousness to restore peace within her. Remaining in the presence of Pauline, demanding she shop for additional items for dinner and giving unsolicited advice about her relationship, threatene...

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The Climb

Weekly Contest #239

The Climb Jennifer L. Luckett Aurora Martin laced the boot strap and wiggled her left toe. After a few steps, she was ready to go, ignoring the discomfort of her 30 pound pack. Before good sense prevailed to change her mind, she departed into the darkness of a brisk, windless April morning. In an hour, she would reach the foothills, and if she made good time, she’d arrive atop the mountain before early afternoon. The practice climbs helped to acclimate her to atmospheric changes, but they didn’t topple Aurora’s tower of anxiety about her ...

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