Acorn Gaffer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Story of my Pages.” by Acorn Gaffer

Submitted to Contest #239

I do not remember when I first was able to see, to feel. My first memory is feeling fresh and new, neatly stacked on a shelf. I remember thinking that to be bought was to be kept, to have someone cherish the ink of my pages, to read the scripture that was printed onto my paper in words unknown to me. It seems silly now, years later, sitting on a shelf not too different from my first. Back then, I excitedly watched as people bustled past me, looking for a story that caught their attention. Now, as I watch from the shelf of a section t...

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“Expelled” by Acorn Gaffer

Submitted to Contest #174

What you need to know to understand the motivation behind the strange events recounted in this tale is as follows; Hugo Alden Wisenburg is a determined person with a great love for science and all things ‘unusual’. He has little regard for safety and perhaps too much ambition for his small stature and nervous nature. The final thing to know is that the very nature of our world is much stranger than we could possibly imagine and will only show its true face when threatened by discovery. And this is where our story begins, with a sho...

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“Secrets Untold” by Acorn Gaffer

Submitted to Contest #168

The glass was misted over, the cold night air causing small water droplets to form on the freezing window. It served as a mirror, the darkness outside too thick to form any visage, only showing the ghost of a reflection. Green eyes flickered down from the train window to the book in his hands. As one within a Swoon Goes safely-- where an open eye Would drop him-- Bone by Bone Poetry; Always did it have a place in his heart, despite not having the mind for it. ‘Til now, that is. Now, the black ink seemed to drip from the yellowed page, ...

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“Aeternum Pereunt” by Acorn Gaffer

His eyes opened, halfway, despite not really processing his surroundings. He yawned, closing them once again, and opened them, expecting his small, dark home. It didn’t take long for him to realize this was, in fact, not his home. He bolted up off the cold, hard concrete floor, which he slowly realized was also damp and dirty. He frantically looked around, the dark winding tunnels going in every direction. He had been sleeping at some kind of crossroad. He couldn’t make sense of where he could possibly be. His breathing was frant...

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Author bio

He/they/it Witch, LGBTQ+ I write, read, act, and make art. Hoping to get into freelance. I love detailed descriptions and symbolism.