A.G Mitchell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Through the Edgeless Expanse” by A.G Mitchell

Submitted to Contest #140

Bob floated in the void, perpetually flipping end over end. The endless tumbling wasn't so bad when he didn't have a point of reference. He got super nauseous when he passed a nearby star or planet. Lucky for him, that hadn't happened in a few thousand years. Or was it unlucky? After all, he had been floating through space for hundreds of millions, maybe billions of years. Getting sucked into a star, gas giant, or even a black hole would have at least been a refreshing change of pace. But Bob wasn't that lucky. In fact, Bob was probably...

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“Fox Run Road” by A.G Mitchell

Submitted to Contest #87

Mac stood staring at the brood of chickens, his face devoid of expression. The birds were neatly grouped in a v formation, with one large black hen standing in front. Behind them, facing the opposite direction, was a rooster. The cockerel sat solemn and silent, surrounded by patches of his own red feathers.One might think the rooster would be representing the flock. After all, that's the way it normally is, right? Whether it be in children's books, cartoons, or real life. In most places, roosters ordinarily "rule the roost," so to speak. Wel...

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“Strange Sanctuary” by A.G Mitchell

Submitted to Contest #86

He awoke to the sound of tapping on his window. Not the intermittent scraping of a tree branch or airborne debris from a stiff gust of wind. It was a steady, almost rhythmic, noise. The kind of noise that he knew was going to start his day off on the wrong foot.He was certain of it when the sound of his name followed the tapping. "Mac!" He kept his eyes shut, still awake but making a pointed effort to stay still. Maybe the problem would go away if he kept pretending to sleep. The tapping only sped up, holding a rhythm but a more ur...

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“Kevin and Phillip” by A.G Mitchell

Submitted to Contest #65

The doorbell rang for the third time when Kevin finally called up the basement stairs. "Really?" He shouted. He was met by silence. He cleared his throat and again yelled up the stairs. "Phillip, I know you hear that!" "What's that?" Phillip yelled back. Kevin huffily stomped over the bottom of the basement stairs, looking up at the open door. "Phillip, you have the ears of a godamn canine! Get off of your furry ass and go answer the door!" He nodded his head satisfactorily as he heard the shuffling and subsequent grumblin...

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“The Veil of Nyx” by A.G Mitchell

Submitted to Contest #58

Tom sat in his basement, blankly staring at his finished work on the table in front of him. His project, task, mission, whatever you want to call it, was complete. The object sitting on the dusty table was the most delicate, mind-numbingly complicated thing he had ever built. It was his single greatest achievement, and as he sat scanning his newest creation, he felt nothing. No sense of accomplishment, no feeling of reward, Tom felt nothing. It could have been because he hadn't slept in days, or maybe it was the steady diet of coffee, beef j...

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Fiction brought to you by ADHD and the prescribed meds that come with it.