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Andre Whittle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2025

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[THE BONE OF CONTENTMENT]

Submitted to Contest #307

Peckham Industry had won a contract to redo the railroad by Ulster Avenue, following an explosion that had happened a week ago. In charge of this operation are Alfonso Jackson and Lorenzo Esposito. Alfonso was a 52-year-old Jamaican man with dreadlocks and a temper reminiscent of a rude boy. Spends a tremendous amount of his time with family, well, when he is not at work. Lorenzo, age 50, a dark skin Italian man with a low fade haircut, a down-to-earth attitude, and very loyal to Alfonso. Hence, the reason they are both on this job! Manageme...

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[THE BLACK CACOON]

Submitted to Contest #306

It was a warm afternoon at a private residence in Glasco, NY. And that feeling that something weird could happen, or that something strange was already happening. Fills the atmosphere of this private house. The time is now 7 in the evening, and splashes of water and voices of women echoed from behind the house.Let’s take a gander! “Is he still in the water?” asked Liana. A thick-bodied white woman with long brunette hair was sitting on the balcony, looking down into the pool. “Yes, Carver can hold his breath for a long period,” replied Cinth...

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[THE LAWYER, THE PSYCHIATRIST, AND THE POLICEMAN]

Submitted to Contest #305

5 pm. “Are you the one who asked to see me?” “I was just about to ask you the same question.” “My name is Sarah Vale. I’m supposed to be meeting someone here for a psychiatric evaluation. You?” “I’m Dennis Mather, a lawyer meeting someone to discuss legal matters.” “What legal matters?” she asked when a cop car pulled up with a sticker of Andre Paul.Whoop! Whoop! “Detective Stedman here. Which one of you guys am I supposed to be taking down to the jail?” Pause for a minute, that is not where the story begins!But what a strange story this on...

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[THE TAUNTING ON WASHINGTON AVE]

Submitted to Contest #304

It was 9:30 pm, and the Hipsters at 34 were blasting a loud Reggae song on Washington Avenue. Enjoying the tune as she ran was 45-year-old Michelle Harper, a white woman on her nightly jog, who had made a U-turn at the Tennis court heading back to her apartment, the fourth house at the intersection of Washington and Maine. She had just pulled up outside when she decided to continue down. Moments later, at the intersection, while waiting for the light to change, she noticed an old man staring from across the street, sitting at the Sage Town S...

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[THE MASTER COLLECTOR]

Behind Sleepy Hill's orchard lies a small brown house surrounded by woods and quaint landscapes. A Dirt Road that connects to Maine Street and nearby towns. The couple living there is trash-poor and would do anything and everything for survival. They are sitting on the porch as we speak.The woman seems disappointed, while the man appears unbothered, reading a letter. Dear Customer, We are preparing your account for write-off and referral to an outside collection agency. Your immediate response is required to avoid this action. In addition, L...

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[THE WOMAN AND THE BOY]

Submitted to Contest #302

Barbara Ahmed was a 35-year-old black woman struggling to find a job in her field of psychology. “The right job will come,” she often says. Little did she know how right she was. You see! A job did come. But it wasn’t what she expected. At all!It was a lonely Monday morning at Barnes & Noble when a strange man with the strangest offer approached Barbara while she shopped for sex novels. “I want you to evaluate a rather peculiar patient at the Woodbourne Prison.” “The evaluation will last for 7 days. And it is highly confidential.”“This...

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[THE LATE NIGHT TRIVIA]

Submitted to Contest #301

Content warning: Nonconsensual experimentation, kidnapping, and death, with violent consequences.Follow me as we venture through this late-night tale of a lonely ride with a lonely man. Standing outside the movie theatre was Scarlett, a thin white woman with long blonde hair wearing a short black dress and white Converse shoes. She was trembling as she engaged in what seemed to be a phone call.“Dispatch.”“Ah, yes, can I get a taxi from the movie theatre on Maine Street?”“Name, and where are you going?“Scarlett, Germantown,”“Just you?”“Yes,”“...

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