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Adam Perschbacher

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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Submitted to Contest #285

You whistle in your sleep. It is often quite loud but I do not mind. You attain many hours of sleep every night and it is enough to sustain you. It is enough to bring you back with regularity so that you may play with your small light machine that makes noise and makes you laugh and vibrates faintly while your nose is whistling.  You begin to have another woman over on occasion and you share your bed with her and you laugh together at the noises from your small machines and sometimes you make your own noises. Your voice is melodic when ...

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Submitted to Contest #285

A phone booth stood near the foot of a desolate red hill and the bell of the machine inside rang endless and dissonant until the man from the east halted to answer its call. He was shrouded in the ash of belching spires and scarred and bled from hard fire winds. He was nourished only by fury and yellow-eyed vermin and a modest skin of sulfuric water. He stood before the decaying chamber and heard the broken aria, desperate and futile and forgotten. A folded door canted from its hinges and he tore it loose and then listened to it fall upon th...

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Submitted to Contest #284

Anya believed him a wild spirit from the first she seen him. An animal caught in the blindness of winter, astray of both kin and kind. She said later he meant no true harm, just sought warmth in the keep of a good Christian home. That he were a sinner just as us and that we should forgive him. Was our fortune to have him on the holiday, as we praised Him for our fortunes and our health and our fire. All us yet encircled by some white obscenity. Hills and sunlight bled together. Can’t recall it as she can, bless her, but I remember much. Addl...

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