Alexander Ferrick

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

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“The Things They Take” by Alexander Ferrick

The door was unlocked when I reached it, behind the tall grass and tangled vines. Well… Unlocked isn’t the word. It was hanging open. The storm door was gone altogether. I stepped through it into the kitchen. The ceiling tiles had started coming down. That figures. They had been stained from a leak even when I lived here. Good God… I Lived here. It was a lifetime ago. At least one man’s life. I sighed into the empty air. There was no one with me. No one to speak to. No one to grieve to. No on...

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“Luck be a Lady” by Alexander Ferrick

“You’re gonna regret this,” she said. I smiled a little. “Sam,” I said, “I’m sorry, but this just isn’t working out. You’re a great girl, and I’m sure you’ll find someone. That someone just isn’t me. Not right now.” She left in a huff, and that was the last time I ever saw Samantha Luck. That was a few months ago, and since then things have been… weird. Not like… alien invasion weird, but like… pretty weird, y’know? It’s hard to explain, but I’ll give you an example. I w...

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“Rosek” by Alexander Ferrick

The smell of salt hung heavy in the air, and the wooden deck pitched sharply beneath my feet. This was it, I thought. This was how it would end. In the sky the clouds were heavy and dark. They seemed almost to sag under the burden of the coming rain, and the sea was rising to meet them, as if the two collections of water could sense each other and longed to be reunited. A raindrop hit my face. Their reunion would come soon enough. The ship lurched beneath me again, in a different direction this time, and nea...

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“Mirror, Mirror” by Alexander Ferrick

Sasha woke up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. There was sunlight filtering into the room already, and she knew she had overslept."Damnit," she grumbled, hauling herself up from the bed and attempting to pull an undershirt over her head and a brush through her hair at the same time. She failed in both endeavors.Before Sasha was a mirror; she stopped and looked into it wearily, and forced herself to breathe. From the mirror her face looked back at her, but it was not hers. Not really."You should have set an alarm," ...

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Proud self-published author of novels and Short Stories. https://amazon.com/author/alexanderferrick https://alexferrick.wordpress.com