Autumn Vise

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“I Don't Dance” by Autumn Vise

Submitted to Contest #237

Dates weren't his thing. Ish had never had time for frivolous stuff, and dates were included in that category. It was just a waste of time. There was too much work to be done, and too few people he wanted to get close to. But his life of being guard dog to a gang lord was over; a fact he still struggled to come to terms with. With that, it meant he suddenly had all the free time on his hands to do whatever he wanted. Too much free time, if anyone were to ask him. Dates were not his strong suit, but walking with the ball of constant energy be...

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“Plenty of Time” by Autumn Vise

Submitted to Contest #176

Had she known Ish was hiding under the table, she would have gotten him out of the room before agreeing to help with the interrogation. Rosemary knew the moment her familiar walked towards the table in the otherwise barren torture room that the boy was there. Her hands currently gripped the head of the poor idiot who had allegedly stolen from her boss, or so she had been informed in the summons she received. He refused to talk, so she needed to extract the information from him via magic. Yet when Osiris, her gray tabby Maine Coon, left...

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“What Could Have Been” by Autumn Vise

Submitted to Contest #172

Gods above, he hated paperwork. Ish scanned through the monthly statements and bills of both the warehouse he called home and the nightclub he owned. Running a business wasn’t an easy task, that he had known before re-opening the Deviant, but it was a choice he knew would pay for itself in the long run. Always a popular spot, he knew that under the correct management, the profit the club would bring in would be enough to support both business and home. Scanning through the numbers and calculating the math, that was proving to be the case te...

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“Awakening” by Autumn Vise

Submitted to Contest #169

The night was cold. Silvery moonlight washed over ground that was covered in the first snowfall of the season. It felt like ages since Hadeon had last enjoyed the snow, even though it had only been a year. Time felt like it had stretched longer in the depths of the church’s crypt. He glanced around at the hills he roamed as a child, hanging off his mother’s skirts and helping her gather the herbs and wildflowers that bloomed. Nothing grew now, for winter’s bite had killed many of the plants, and the snow hid the ground from view. It l...

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