August Pratt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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“The Prison for Change” by August Pratt

Submitted to Contest #98

I slammed my hands into the wall of shadow, the fingers disappearing in the dark a few inches deep. No one knew how thick the barrier was, but it did its job, it kept us in. Like so many times before, I screamed out in anguish at my own helplessness.  There were only three of us, each a deity over something new, or within the last few millennia of human existence. There were figures born into the world far more recently than my fellow cellmates.  It was clear whoever had locked us away had immense power and wanted the world to fo...

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“Birds of Mage and Time” by August Pratt

Submitted to Contest #98

The light coming through the door of the daycare illuminated every tiny hair on her chin and cheeks. The sight of it shocked me to my core, along with the realization that came with it. My mother was gorgeous in every way a person might agree. She was smooth and smelled nice, with long, soft hair and painted nails and eyes. I guess she had never thought to shave her face, not with her hair being as microscopic as that. Plus it might make her feel she had a lot to shave. Better to ignore it. But I saw it. And that was enough.  After she...

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“Wearing Red” by August Pratt

Submitted to Contest #96

She had the reddest shoes since the new Wizard of Oz that flopped in our small town a few years back. No one really appreciated new things here, especially new things disguised as old things. I guess, being a teen, I was able to form my own opinion upon seeing her. I mean, only because my parents weren’t around to whisper snippets of judgement.  I was a waiter at the cafe. As far as I know, the place had no name. It didn’t need one. It was the only place to eat for 15 miles. Getting a job here was pure luck, the only thing that really ...

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Author bio

Trans masculine person with a dream of helping other trans individuals read more stories about the community. I work in a library for now, but one day I hope to live solely off of writing stories, poems and books. My heaven-tier goal is to use my writing to start organizations and establishments to help trans and queer individuals directly as well as live on a small farm with three pigs, five chickens, one horse, two cows, seven dogs and three cats away from people.