Adrie Byman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Hope ” by Adrie Byman

Submitted to Contest #41

I am not a writer. I am not good with words. My story is about hope (or rather the lack of it). I hope you can benefit from me. My story.Another cold, windy, San Francisco night brings another equally chilling attitude. I shove my hoodie over my head and trot the dimly lit sidewalk that leads to my apartment, ramshackle and filthy. But who’ll ever come to visit me? Good question, Ean. Maybe I should just walk in front of that car. I’ll go quietly. No one will know or care. I’d die a slow lonely death but it’d probably end that way anyways. I...

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“Friendship Comes First” by Adrie Byman

Submitted to Contest #40

I’d seen her around but never thought to say anything. Maybe it was a trip to the bathroom where we’d acknowledge each other with a slight nod. Or we’d end up sitting next to each other but find our conversations limited to what we were doing in class that particular day. But something about her threw me off. Maybe it was her positivity about each and every bad situation. And to be honest, I looked up to her. Admired her. God, Eden is one of the top cheerleaders in the squad. And really? She was beautiful, with her stunning green eyes and bl...

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“The Weight Of Our Mistakes” by Adrie Byman

Submitted to Contest #39

July 14, 2050I am not the reason I'm the last one here. I am not at fault for this. Yet I am the last human being in this universe. Everyone else? Well, the plague wiped out the entire human population overnight. Except me, that is. Am I immune? Special? Abnormal? A freak? None of these I can answer. All I can do is stare at the empty city. Country. World. And wonder: WHY? WHY ME? The once glimmering, busy city now looks like a scene right out of wall-E. The sun doesn't shine. Plants don't grow. Life is obliterated to its bleakest extent. Wh...

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“Confession” by Adrie Byman

Submitted to Contest #37

“It was me,” I whisper, hardly audible. “It was me!” I screamed to the Crowd of ever silent people, waiting to convict me. You could hear a pin drop. The judges sit there, stunned to silence. “I killed mayor Kragen,” I say in a low tone. Judge three stands up and slaps his hand on the desk. He has a receding hairline and a smirk that never leaves his face. He smells like everything artificial and I hate him for it.“Case postponed!” He growls. The crowd stares in disbelief. Postponed? What is that supposed to mean? The crowd slowly rises and ...

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Author bio

Passionate about my work, in love with my family, and dedicated to spreading light. 😁