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Jerry Holt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2025

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The Wedding

The rebuilding of the Summer Homes after the attack and subsequent battle wasn’t just about repairing structures that had been burned or damaged or even about redoing wattle and daub. These Principal People intentionally united the mud and wood with their sweat and tears while working out their grief. The framework of community had to be restored and reinforced to support the new days ahead.The air in the Hollow no longer tasted of smoke and soot, but of wet clay and wood shavings. The rebuilding was like a dance with deliberate choreography...

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Thoughts Held Captive

Weekly Contest #354

Content Warning: Mental Health issues.Alone in My HeadThey haven’t always been here. Well, not here. Not sitting beside me or walking with me or leaving messages for me. I don’t see, smell, taste, touch, or hear them.Okay, yes. I hear them. But not with my ears.“If no one speaks to you, Phen, do your ears even work?” Flit says.“Nonsense, Flit. I hear the wind in the yard. My ears work just fine.” I say.Who is Flit, you may ask?Before I tell you that, let me say that my name is Phen. I remember being young when I was told my name, but “they” ...

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The Last Time I Talked to My Mom

Weekly Contest #345

​The morning had begun with the hollow, definitive sound of a suitcase zipping shut. It was a sound that seemed too small for the weight of a life, yet it signaled the end of an era. The house had already become a strange place to her; she had begun to treat the hallway like a gauntlet and her favorite armchair like a waiting room for a bus that never came. She would wander into the kitchen and stare at the oven as if it were an ancient relic from a civilization she no longer recognized. Even the familiar, comforting scent of Palmolive and b...

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