Aeris Walker

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2022

Stories (23)

23 Stories

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“Everybody Eats Raw Cookie Dough” by Aeris Walker

CW: Mild language, mention of blood.“So basically, things just really suck right now. I feel like garbage all the time, and it’s starting to affect my whole life, you know?”“That sounds really stressful, babe.”“It really is. And when I try to talk to my friends about all my health issues, I can tell they are uncomfortable and don’t know how to react. I just feel like no one really understands what I’m going through.”“I’m sure, I know it’s been a rough couple of weeks for you. But, have you t...

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“At the Mercy of Your Choices” by Aeris Walker

For the longest time, when I thought about who I was, I could only see you. When asked what I wanted, I would turn to ask you. Sometimes, I still do. I wouldn’t be where I am without you, and for that I am grateful, but those ties that once bound us have frayed and snapped and will never be what they were. I was your obsession, even before I had a heartbeat. My existence was pre-plotted by you—you who consulted th...

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“How I Came to Leave Hartfield Manor” by Aeris Walker

CW: Sensitive themes relating to pregnancy/childrenI never thought I’d leave Hartfield Manor, but the train is moving now, and there is no going back. Everything I hold dear is stowed beneath my seat or in a bundle on my lap; I took only what I needed to start over. I shall miss the staff and little Peter and the twins, but they’ll all forget me soon enough. Once they’ve hired a new nursery maid, I’ll become a distant memory. Lord Thorne will probably fabricate a tale to besmirch my good name—something about how I was a ...

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“Pants are Optional” by Aeris Walker

Be honest with yourself; you have a problem.  You spent all those years saving and planning and preparing for the moment when, come that first Monday morning, you could ignore the hour and roll over and sleep until only your aching bones could force you from your bed. Now, you have nowhere to be.  You can enjoy the sunrise from the patio chair on your back porch instead of squinting into it from the backed-...

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“"William Raymond Lawson, Is That You?"” by Aeris Walker

Old Mr. Bill was long gone from this world when a neighbor finally found him, slumped in his chair with a cat curled at his feet. The poor woman didn’t expect to find him dead, though at his age, no one should've assumed he'd live much longer, but the shock of his death was nearly overshadowed by what she found in his home: an overwhelming and astonishing volume of artwork. Paintings hung on almost every square inch of the walls, some on simple canvases, others in gilded frames. They lined both sides of the hallway and the stairwell leadi...

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“A Barren Wasteland ” by Aeris Walker

Content Warning: Mild foul languageThe paper product aisle is a barren wasteland. All of it, desecrated by desperate, panicked consumers. Every square of toilet paper, every sheet of facial tissue, every quilted fiber of paper towel has been snatched up and hoarded by greedy, overreacting defecators. Even the vehicle interior polishing wipes have vanished from the shelves. The absurdity is unparalleled; now I’ll have to try another store.I can think of no logical reason why there should be such a drought of toilet...

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“If I Let You” by Aeris Walker

If I let you touch her, will you please be gentle? Just squeeze her little foot, rub her hand, feel her soft head. Look, she’s smiling; she likes you.If I let you hold her, will you please stop pouting? Here, come sit on the couch. Be gentle, not too tight—hold her head up. She’s new and little, and you must be careful. This is your sister; she lives here now, and I know she’s going to love you.If I bring you your own blanket, would you please stop crying? Here, I’ll wrap it around your shoulders, all soft and warm. And here...

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“All for the Gold” by Aeris Walker

Hangtown, California. 1850.Unrest is stirring in the camps. As soon as it was in the papers, that there’s gold in Coloma, men have been pouring into the area by the hundreds and this town hardly seems big enough to hold them all. I’ve heard talk downstairs that if you stand in the middle of the tent camps, you can’t even see where it begins or ends, that it’s like a sea of sun-bleached canvas.But I’ve never seen it myself, as I don’t hardly leave this building. Madam Clancy says it isn’t safe for us out there, tha...

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“The Perfect Couple” by Aeris Walker

She thinks she wants him, but really, she needs me. He doesn’t appreciate her like I do, won’t love her like I could. She is blind to his control, but I want to free her from it. For her—for us. So we can be together.We will be together.***It is week one of filming. The chosen few arrive on set with glossy hair, and bright smiles, and a suitcase bulging with only their best—the most flattering colors, the sexiest silhouettes; they are here to find love as the world is watching.<...

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“Kindred Souls” by Aeris Walker

Content Warning: Mild foul language, gore, death.Skin sagged on his bones like melting wax. A chunk of flesh had pulled away from his bicep and hung like a red tongue. Deep lacerations on his shoulder revealed gashes of congealed blood and tissue. Fitzgerald Nicholas Bartleby, Jerry, as he was known in life, sat on a bench, watching children laugh and squeal as they chased each other across the unnaturally verdant Astroturf of the local playground. Jerry came each morning and chose the same wrought-iron bench in the center of the p...

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“Storage Unit Purgatory” by Aeris Walker

“Zenith, do you believe in life after storage?” Baldwin asked, breaking the long-held silence in the climate-controlled unit of the Stow-and-Go storage facility.Zenith grouched, “are we really having this conversation again?” His voice echoed off the slick wood of Baldwin’s grand surface. “Why don’t you ask Singer, she’s much wiser. And older. Aren’t you, Singer?”“A lady never reveals her age,” Singer replied. “I may be your elder, but I’m far too pragmatic to dwell on such abstract notions. And besides, if any of us were to...

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“Foretold in Smoke” by Aeris Walker

Content Warning: Mild foul languageMarie S. 5/5 Stars Vivienne is incredible! My life has completely changed since my visit. It’s like a light came on and she’s somehow unlocked all this hidden potential. She’s the best, seriously just go. Call today!Bradley J. 5/5Worth every penny. Highly recommend.Kevin R. 5/5 StarsI never thought I’d come to a place like this, but when I was at an all-...

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“Bad Directions” by Aeris Walker

“Looks like rain.”“Reckon so.”“We could use some rain.”“You’re right about that. It’s so dry, the trees are bribing the dogs.”“Say Charles, is that anyone we know?”“Who?”“Shiny black SUV. Just turned off of Main.”“Nope, none of my people.”“Look, now they’re coming back. Must be lost.”“Not much out here to get lost in.”“Didn’t there used to a be a highway sign? Right there at the light?”“If I remember right, the Hardison boys knocked it over in the combine.”

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“Roxie Gone Rogue” by Aeris Walker

(Content Warning: Mild foul language)Jason ushered the leggy blonde through the threshold of his apartment and pretended not to notice the approving nods and obscene gestures from his forever frat boy neighbor.Amanda stepped in and looked around. “Cozy.”Jason attempted to see his space from her perspective—the open floorplan was sparsely furnished, with minimal décor, and bare, white counters. Sterile.So, she’s gorgeous and sarcastic. “Make yourself at home.” Jason called, stepping into...

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“Song of the Forest” by Aeris Walker

According to the lore, Humans cannot experience the music of the forest.At least, that’s what I’ve always been told. They are a species of just five senses, and even those have limitations; colors appear muted, sounds fall flat. Apparently, their hearing abilities are so atrophied they can only discern one distinct voice in a bird’s song, completely missing the three-part harmony of its chirped tune. It is clear they lack the sense of perception; I’ve seen it. I have watched the humans interact with almost no acknowledgement of one...

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Author bio

“If the English language made any sense, lackadaisical would have something to do with a shortage of flowers.” - Doug Larson

Winning 1 story 🏆

Contest #152
Foretold in Smoke – read story

Shortlisted 6 stories ⭐️

Contest #166
Pants are Optional – read story
Contest #164
"William Raymond Lawson, Is That You?" – read story
Contest #159
If I Let You – read story
Contest #157
The Perfect Couple – read story
Contest #146
A Tempestuous Mind – read story