Aaron Tippit

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

Stories (11)

11 Stories

195 karma pts

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“Clouds and sandwiches ” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #217

"That one looks like a dragon." Rupert pointed to the lazily drifting cloud. "I don't see a dragon," Steven responded. "I see a rabbit right there." His finger intersected Rupert's. "What are you talking about? That is clearly a dragon." Rupert scooted over closer to his friend and started tracing the shape. "See, there is the body, the open mouth, and it’s even breathing fire." Steven squinted, "OK, I guess I can see that." He started tracing the same shape at a different angle. "See? Here's the body and the ears, and he's eating a littl...

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“Rainbow Unicorns and Cool-aid” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #208

Pike stood at the edge of the sprawling valley, covered in an endless carpet of lush green grass that caressed his bare feet. Romping and prancing in the meadow was a technicolor herd of unicorns. They were prancing, flouncing, and romping together. Binoculars appeared in Pike's hand, and he looked through them to better admire the creatures. There were green, orange, yellow, purple, aqua, and less spectacular colors like gray, roan, white, and black, but their purity made them just as magnificent. A dark blue unicorn, the biggest in th...

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“The Sentinel” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #206

Little Kimmy Simmons lay in bed, rolling and jerking. She let out periodic moans and whimpers. The room’s temperature dropped suddenly. She reached for her blanket. Once, twice, then her mind clambered out of the sleep fog to find the elusive covering. Floating above her was a cloaked figure. The hood was tossed back, revealing a slightly feminine face with black eyes. There was no nose, just the hole of a skull. Its hair was luminescent white and floated around like it was in the water. The thing's mouth was full of razor-sharp fangs too l...

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“Smoking Section” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #203

CLINK Jared flicked open his Zippo and flipped a flame to life. He sucked on his cigarette, coaxing the flame into it. He heard the sizzle and pop as the flame caught. He turned the suck into a pull and let the burn flow down his throat, relishing the break as much as the nicotine. It was a crisp fall day. There wasn't a breath of wind, and the world seemed shushed. Smoke and breath vapor hung in the air, unsure of what to do. Jared heard the crunch of the crash bar on the exit door that led to their smoking gazebo. "Puff, puff, puff, p...

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“The Commute” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #196

Clinton Fischer lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He stopped himself from looking at the clock for the umpteenth time that night. The light in the room was increasing with the gray of dawn. His feet jittered. If he were standing, it would be a foot tap. Lying down, it was more like a spasm. His fingers twitched. He took his arms out of the blanket, then put them back. He flipped to one side, then the other. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP "Finally," Clint stopped the alarm as he bounced out of bed. His belly filled with helium when he stood up. Then bu...

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“Pest Control” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #195

I see them walking by, ignoring me. And the ones that do notice me? They either rush by scared or look at me with unadulterated disgust. They only see that I’m different. I don't have fancy shoes or clothes. My home isn't as big as theirs, but I work hard on it and am proud of it. But I stay and do my best despite their fear or disgust. I don't use pesticides or other chemicals to perform my duties. I prefer a more natural trapping system. It's safer for the environment, and you don't have to worry about other animals being affected. It is ...

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“Potion Thief” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #176

Glass shattered in a glittering shower of diamonds that tinkled off the ground. Tiberius landed on top of the glittering shards, rolling through the fall. Ignoring the stinging cuts on his face, arms, and the newest ones on his back and shoulders, he popped out of the roll and sprinted down the alley. "Stop!" A shrill cry followed him. "Come back! You took-" "Look out!" Tiberius dodged a man walking down the cross street as he burst from the alley. "Sorry, sir," He gave an easy two-fingered salute to the offended-looking man and continued...

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“Angel” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #169

NOTE: This story contains content related to mental health, substance abuse, and self-harm. Everything is too loud. Everyone is too close. Why is he looking at me? Who’s behind me? I have to get out of here. Allen Swan walked through the parking lot of Wal-Mart, trying to get back to his car. He’d been out too long. He’d been around too many people running too many errands for everyone but himself. Now he had to get away from everyo...

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“The Mission” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #168

They got off the plane with only carry-on baggage. This was going to be a one-night trip. They headed to the rental car counter in the small airport, rented a cheap sedan on a government credit card, and went to the exit. Grimes inhaled deeply as he stepped through the doors and smoothed on his beret. He looked up at the other man, from the patent leather shoes up his blue trousers to the dark blue jacket and the captain bars on his shoulders. He was smoothing on his own beret. "Ready, Sergeant?" Captain Owens asked. He didn't smile, but h...

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“Walk-out” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #166

"I quit," Derek said as he flopped his head against the headrest. "Yeah?" Lance, his partner, retorted. "To do what? Bag groceries? Flip burgers? Ours is a pretty specialized skill set." "I'm just done," Derek sighed. "After twenty-five years, this job really tears into your soul. If you get to keep one." They sat in an old sedan, built before plastic and crumple zones. A hunched figure piled in rags shuffled by them, pushing a scavenged shopping cart down the dark sidewalk. "It's true," Lance was in his late twenties, his youthful looks...

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“What's my name” by Aaron Tippit

Submitted to Contest #146

"Okay, guys," Sheryl, the trainer, said with a game-show-host grin. "This will be our last activity of the workshop." Bonnie, the company's CEO, had organized the leadership workshop for her and the senior managers. The company was one of the Fortune 100 with stocks on an upward trend, but camaraderie created a more efficient and pleasant workplace. "We are going to play a fun game called 'What's my name?'" Sheryl looked like a preschool teacher talking to her students. During breaks, that had been the only complaint: she wasn't treating t...

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Author bio

I'm a dude in his 30s trying to figure out what to do with his life. I got told once that a thing I wrote was kinda good. I like the process of writing, too. So here I am, trying to get serious about it or something. I have to fight against the powers of distractions such as a day job, kids, and pets. But I do what I can to write what I can in the name of life, liberty, and my sanity. If something good comes out of those labors, all the better.