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Jenny Springs

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2025

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Chance

Shelby Montgomery was waiting for her bus when the black rain cloud that had been threatening to break open finally released its wet contents. It was so sudden that, while expecting the rain to happen, Shelby hadn’t been prepared. She struggled with her umbrella now. The handle was resisting her slippery hands, now wet with the falling rain, as she fumbled with the object. It was infuriating and now, here was the bus. Paying her fare and finding a seat, the newly drenched Shelby looked around. The happy couple - also rain soaked - who must’v...

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Grandma’s Cookies

Submitted to Contest #330

“Excuse me, where can I find the maple syrup?” if you’d told me when I asked that simple question that it would change the course of my entire life, I’d have laughed in your face. But now I can admit you’d have been right. “The maple syrup is on Aisle Five,” the stock boy absently swept back a shock of brown bangs that kept sliding into his eyes. Two seconds later, they were flirting with his line of vision again. “Are you looking for pure from Vermont maple, a flat-out imitation syrup, or a blend of both? We have them all…” “Oh! I absolute...

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A Different Type of Hero

Submitted to Contest #316

Warren Fitzgerald was only twenty-two years old. He appeared far older, not only due to his mature expressions and somewhat weathered face, but also his extensive vocabulary, unusual confidence and the way he carried himself, in general. His older look actually added to his attractiveness; he seemed to radiate knowledge of a secret to which no one else was privy. His piercing dark eyes and matching hair, neatly coiffed, only added to the effect, He had skipped college (for now), in order to climb the corporate ladder and make his own way. Wa...

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Comeuppance

Submitted to Contest #314

It was the hottest day of the year when Al Stanton stepped out of his terracotta suburban ranch home. He wiped the sweat off his brow as he walked toward his car for the approximate twenty minute drive to work. Thank God he’d have air conditioning for this trip. Just the short walk from the front door to the driveway was enough to bathe his heavy set body in sweat, and his synthetic grey suit wasn’t helping. Shit, he thought now. I shouldn’t have given Ann the garage. Ann was Al’s ex-wife who was staying the weekend…and with whom he was actu...

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Scott

Submitted to Contest #313

It was a lovely spring day when Charity Hunter’s mother asked her to watch her cousin John for the afternoon. Not only was it a chance for Charity to see her younger cousin, it was a great excuse to get herself outside. The sun was shining down from a cloudless, cerulean sky and birds were cheerfully singing their seasonal melodies when little John arrived at the Hunter household. As the two cousins stepped out, the scent of blossoms filled the warm, vernal air. This is a perfect day to go to the park, Charity decided as she took John by th...

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A Time to Remember

Submitted to Contest #311

Lindy’s Sweet Shoppe was the mom and pop store that had been on Main Street since 1971. One of the magical things about it was that in 2025, it looked almost exactly as it had in the seventies. Pink and white stripes adorned the store in the form of balloons, streamers and wallpaper. One wall had loose candy that could be filled in bags and weighed. Another had rows and rows of chocolate bars. The counter had gum, hard candies and even a few penny candies (although they now cost thirty-five cents). The centerpiece was a table with all the mo...

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An Exclusive Club

Submitted to Contest #310

Content warning: graphic violence, gore, abuse, and mention of non-consensual medical experiments.June 17, 2020 For three long weeks, I’d been waiting for this day - the new writing club I’d been anticipating was finally meeting. My first. Having a true passion for writing, this group sounded so intriguing. For one thing, we couldn’t simply join - we had to be accepted; so not just anyone could belong to this exclusive club. I shivered with delight just thinking about my luck - I still couldn’t quite believe I’d been chosen. Our group was t...

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The Face of Amy

Submitted to Contest #309

June 1977Twenty-one year old Amy Morgan walked down the produce aisle of the grocery store, the lights reflecting off her long, dark hair. As she was turning over an orange in her hand, a dark-haired man of about twenty-five approached her. “I’m sorry to bother you, Miss” the man began nervously, “but, well…do I know you?” Amy was used to men and their pick up lines, but this one truly exasperated her. She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think so.” She went back to her oranges. But this guy was persistent. “I know what this must sound like. I’m D...

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Involuntarily Yours

Submitted to Contest #308

** This story contains emotional abuse ** Harvey Brown looked around the stifling attic, sweat forming on his brow. The small dirty window afforded him a view of the yard - his one reminder of the outside world. Old memories were what kept him going after eleven years in captivity, the last seven months of them in this very loft. In his imagination, Harvey was young again and he was transported back to 1957. He could see himself with his then black hair all slicked back, donning his nicest summer sweater and navy slacks. Nervously breathing...

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Twisted Reflections

Submitted to Contest #307

Being twenty-four with braces isn’t exactly an ideal situation. None of my friends, acquaintances or peers had them; either they went through the process in middle school or were lucky enough to never need oral corrections at all. Certainly, my favorite social media influencers - or any influencers, for that matter - didn’t sport braces: all they ever wore was makeup and a good filter. Perfect people in a perfect world. My parents didn’t have the money to get me the orthodontic help I needed at the “right” age. But as it happened, I came int...

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The Teacher

Submitted to Contest #306

**Trigger Warning: this story contains some predatory behaviors** (Text Message Communication) Monday, June 30DAVID 12:03 P.M.Dear Amy, I need to talk to you. AMY 12:12 P.M.Hi David. What’s up? Has there been a change in the class schedule? DAVID 12:12 P.M.Not exactly AMY 12:15 P.M.So… DAVID 12:17 P.M.We should probably talk in person. In fact, maybe we could do an in-person class. AMY 12:22 P.M.Thanks, but I can’t afford it. DAVID 12:22 P.M.No charge AMY 12:26 P.M.Maybe… DAVID 12:27 P.M.No, really. We can go over scenes three and four from ...

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