Adrian Majerle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“This Didn't Have to Happen” by Adrian Majerle

Submitted to Contest #127

My parents were miserable people to begin with. When the door crashed open only half an hour into their book club meeting, I prepared myself for a long evening. “Can you believe it?” Mom said to me. I half listened, dozing in a love seat by the television. “They kicked us out of book club.” I blinked my eyes and straightened up a little bit. We moved to the kitchen where I spiked my Coke with a generous amount of rum. I needed this to get through my mother’s ramblings. She was the kind to keep the news on at high volumes all day at the cos...

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“Just Another Devil in a Blue Dress” by Adrian Majerle

Submitted to Contest #126

2020 began with something raw and beautiful. Hot, wild sex with a woman out of my league in the Alabama June heat. Our minds operated on the same wavelength, and we were horny for each other. And those were the only things that mattered, not even the pandemic the rest of the country tried painfully to ignore. We laid in bed beside each other after another naked marathon, out of breath, sweating. I was kissing the side of her neck. Sarah smiled at the ceiling, her fake blonde hair shrouded around her face, her neck blotched red where she begg...

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“A Wizard is Never Late” by Adrian Majerle

Submitted to Contest #125

A wizard is never late, so you can see how this is a little embarrassing. I must look ridiculous in long black robes in this steamy weather next to the nonmagical people on the train. A few of them eye me with suspicion. Not only is my attire outlandish to these sorts of people, I’m sure my hastily washed, shaggy hair would have set off some alarm bells with the nonmagical community. I would have changed into more acceptable clothing, but there had been no time. I am extraordinarily late by wizard standards to my meeting with Ole Scar. He c...

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“Nowhere Man” by Adrian Majerle

Submitted to Contest #117

Landon Combs. I repeated the name to myself over and over. The name wasn’t familiar. In a small town like Hogsfeet, Alabama, everyone knew everyone’s business. The art club in town was about to shut down from lack of funds. There was a recent spotting of the real Bigfoot on the big mountain twelve miles north off AL-49. Pastor Jones’s son got slapped with a DUI a few days ago. Combs allegedly lived in a small apartment complex on the outskirts of town before he disappeared. The grainy monochrome picture in the newspaper didn’t help. Landon ...

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Author bio

Hello. My name is Adrian. I live in Chicago, IL. I have been writing for 14 years, but not always regularly.