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Veve Jacques

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2026

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The Neighbors

Weekly Contest #363

A week ago, I was walking in my neighborhood (a gated neighborhood) minding my own business when I heard a scream from the house next to mine. I am an old man. I have very little to cherish aside from my morning strolls, but I make the best of each day, and I enjoy my life enough. I am retired now and my former wife of 25 years has passed away. Normally, this is quite a peaceful place: It’s largely a retirement community for the wealthy who want to settle down in a safe area. The security is spectacular, I must say, and I rarely hear anythi...

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The Witch's Brew

Weekly Contest #362

I put the kettle on, listening intently to the water as it boiled. My heart seethed as the temperature of the water rose. Henry Lexington would be the death of me. I knew it. Unless I got to him first. I searched desperately through the cupboards looking for my husband’s favorite mug. Incidentally, it was the one with the lovely lady on it. The lovely blonde lady. I myself am raven-haired, with what my mother has always said are striking green eyes, yet he never seemed impressed by anything I did. Not the dinners waiting for him every even...

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The Summer by the Sea

Weekly Contest #361

I still remember his bright blue eyes. His tousled blonde hair. His incredible physique. We had plunged into the Adriatic Sea together during our vacation to Italy. It had been our honeymoon. “Rose! Come in!” He had urged me, taking a dip in the water at sunset, the rainbow colors illuminating the sky, my dream man standing in the water, a grin spreading across his face, getting wider and wider. “I can’t!” I replied, secretly hoping he’d egg me on, “It’s too cold in there!” He ran out of the sea and came up behind me, wrapping his arms ar...

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The Aspiring Writer

I started as a freelance writer when I was a spry young man, aged twenty-one. I am now in my late fifties—fifty-six to be exact. Don’t tell anyone my real age though: I’ve been forty forever so far as all of my friends know: I keep turning the same age repeatedly, but they haven’t seemed to notice. That, or they’re too kind to correct my foolish guise. It’s likely the latter. For decades now, I’ve been working on a peculiar novel. Peculiar even to me, though I am its creator. It is simply about a man who wants to be a great man. He wants to ...

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Handsome Stranger

I am inside a coffee shop, munching on a butter croissant, glancing outside of the window at the enormous Eiffel Tower. It is Friday afternoon. I know I should not have caffeine at 2:00 p.m. but I can never stop myself from devouring the fantastic café au laits they have here in Paris. I always get too many crumbs all over my clothes—so American. I do not fit in here, not really. I don't think I ever totally will, with my loud zebra-print pants and my black leather jackets, along with my platform boots. That's okay though. I've always liked ...

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