Ty Warmbrodt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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“Waiting for the Midnight Sun” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #245

Zac and Derrick are two bros chillin in a field. They’re waiting for The Midnight Sun, a meteorite two miles in diameter that will pass by Earth at a distance of roughly one hundred fifty thousand miles. That’s closer than the moon.Zac pulls a bag of weed from his pocket and says, “What do you say? You want to burn one?”“Hell yeah! Let’s do it.”Zac flips on the dome light and starts rolling a joint. “What do you think, D? Some people are saying this meteor is a sign of a new era, like the beginning of a spiritual awakening or something.”“Z, ...

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“When the Stars Align” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #245

Apr 1, 2024 - Apr 7, 2024 - Spring is in full bloom, but you might feel like you’re in the deep freeze when Mercury goes into retrograde in your expansion zone on Monday. Over the next few weeks, you’ll have time to reexamine your beliefs and morals, and this could lead to some eye-opening discoveries, for better or worse. However, love can be a daring adventure when Venus enters Aries and your expansion zone on Thursday. Your passion knows no bounds, Leo, so don’t be afraid to put yourself out there. You might find someone who understa...

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“The Star of Hope” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #245

“Grandfather, why is it such a special occasion when the moon covers the sun and there is darkness throughout the land?”“Your father never told you this story?”“No this is my first darkening.”“Well, when the world was young the gods created Sun and Moon. Sun ruled over the day, providing a powerful light so that all that lived on the Earth could see. Moon governed the night, providing a soft light so that the creatures of the Earth could sleep. But every now and again, in their longing for each other, Sun and Moon are drawn together, giving ...

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“Shelby” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #244

Feeling nostalgic, Melissa decided to go through the old shoe box of pictures from when she was a teen that was sitting in the top of her closet. It had been years, decades, since she opened that box. It’s an old Eastland’s shoe box, wrapped in purple construction paper and bejeweled with fake gems and glitter – very nineties.She popped open the lid and sitting on top was a ticket stub to the movie ‘Titanic’ that her and her friends went to see six times at the theater. She laughed at the memory of them crying their eyes out in the theater a...

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“Status Update” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #244

Rain pours down on the freeway. Even with the wipers on high, seeing is problematic. Kyle and Amy just got off work. They’re heading to their neighborhood bar and grill for happy hour and then dinner before heading home. Traffic has slowed, not to a standstill, but to the point that everyone is being cautious. They pull off at their exit when their phones sound a loud warning tone. Amy checks her phone to see what the warning concerns, hoping there isn’t a tornado in the area.Emergency AlertOak Grove police department has activated an amber ...

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“Along the Smoky Mountains” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #244

“Come on, sweetie, get in here. I want to get this view in the background,” Sarah calls out to Michael who is standing at the edge of the cliff behind her, enjoying the view.Michael squeezes his new bride tightly. Smiling naturally, Sarah snaps the picture. She giggles and gives her husband a smooch on the lips before suggesting they head back to the cabin. Sarah has been snapping pictures to share on social media all day. It’s their honeymoon, opting for fall foliage over summer sand. Although overcast, the weather has been very cooperative...

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“The Water Farmer” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #243

Strolling through the field, I kicked at the dirt and watched the dry dust fly up. Should I even call it a field anymore? Years ago, that soil was fertile from spring floods every season. It would produce a crop of corn a mile wide and stretch five miles down the road, green as green can be. I picked up an old, yellow stalk and watched as it crumbled in my hand like ash, falling into the cracks of eroded soil beneath my feet. I walked over the levee and down to the river. The old Missouri was just trickling along down its center. I could tel...

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“Meet the Millers” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #243

For his entire life Rick Donaldson has been Rick Donaldson, a thirty-one-year-old bachelor and EMT. He loves his job as a paramedic, the intensity, the responsibility, the adrenaline, but he dreads his downtime. He never knows what to do with it other than eat, drink, and watch ball games. He lives in a small, untidy apartment in the city but spends most of his time at McAllister’s Pub where he occasionally runs into friends or acquaintances. It’s all better than nothing but leaves him feeling rather unfulfilled.Rick finished his twenty-four...

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“Trapped” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #242

Screaming, screeching, banging, shattering, pain. Rolling, discombobulation, darkness.Fog without air. Light without sun. Depersonalized.“Hello?”“Hello, hello, hello, hello,” I hear in return.I walk. The fog gives way to Greek architecture and marble floors. High ceilings and roped off exhibits.The first exhibit that comes into sight is a statue. It’s of my mother breast feeding me. I’m swaddled tightly, held delicately. She looks at me adoringly. Her hair is long, and her face is young. Not how I normally envision my mother, but that is her...

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“The Eyes of Thatsocommon (A tribute to the Three Stooges)” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #242

TW: Sexual Inuendo Three brothers, Dale, Dayle, and Daile just got themselves some swanky jobs as night watchmen at the Bosstown Metropolitan Museum. They were mighty proud of themselves, strutting around in their navy-blue uniforms with their guts sucked in and their chests puffed out, saluting one another like they were soldiers.Their boss, Mr. O’Brothers comes up behind them, “Alright, dummies,” he yells, startling the guys. Dayle and Daile freak out and run into each other. Dayle turns and jumps into Dale’s arms. Daile turns to Mr. O’Bro...

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“The Long Way Home” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #241

Depictions of sex, violence, drug use, and mental health“I was a freshman at St. John’s Academy, a catholic school for girls, just fourteen years old, when I met Bobby at the mall. He was so cute with his big blue eyes, that curly mop of hair, and those dimples when he smiled. He was sixteen, could drive, and said he was a junior at a prestigious private school in the city, St. Louis University High School. He had a way about him that was very different from other boys. He seemed more focused on having fun with me rather than doing stupid th...

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“Scarecrows” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #241

Trigger Warning: Mental health and violence.I knew someone would call them eventually.Who called them?Everyone is suspect.They are making their way through the trees now. Black suits, black shoes, black ties over white shirts, burlap head coverings with painted on smiles, pitchforks in their hands. The Scarecrows. Dark web assassins for hire.Three are now standing in the back yard. Three more stand in the street. They’re taunting me, tormenting me.Waiting. It’s like ants marching up your spinal cord to pick away at your brain. The grinding o...

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“Adventure on Lost Island” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #240

Timmy Jenkins was a bright little boy with a fascination for sailboats. On his walls were posters and pictures of various kinds of sailboats that inspired him to someday sail the open sea. His dad would buy him model sets and they would stay up late at night gluing together small pieces and painting them vivid colors. So, Timmy thought he knew a thing or two about building a sailboat. Timmy had some tools his grandpa gave him. Old hand tools that didn’t require electricity like a hammer, some screwdrivers, a saw, even a drill. He collec...

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“The Immigrant ” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #240

I felt the breeze against my skin. Then I saw a soldier rip a baby from its mother's arms. He swung it by the ankle against the concrete wreckage beside us with a thwack. He threw the baby aside like he was littering, and his dogs tore into it. I was in shock, staring at the grotesque scene of infant flesh being torn from its bones with eyes wide. The sound of bones breaking under the force of the dog’s jaws was just too surreal. The soldier stood over the mother who was hysterically crying. He grabbed her by the hair and walked her over to ...

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“The Road of Self-Improvement” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #239

I slowly trudged along a muddy road, rain dripping down my face. The mud stuck to my feet and made a squishing sound with every step - thwak, thwak, thwak. I had just started my journey and I was already so tired I was ready to give up. I made frequent stops along the road to rest my tired muscles, for not only was the mud an obstacle, I carried a great weight upon my shoulders. When I stopped to rest, all I could do was obsess over the weight on my shoulders and curse the road ahead of me. After a brief rest, I stepped back onto...

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