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B Easton

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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Until Death Do Us Part

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #186

“Did you always hate me, or did it only start when I said I do?” “I’d like to think it was when I found that woman in your bed, but we both know it was long before her.” “You haven’t answered my question.” “Well, you haven’t answered mine.” ...

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Two for One

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #170

“Two please.” I handed the clerk my money, and with a confused stare, he retrieved my tickets. “You know the train is about to leave. Whoever you’re waiting for better get here soon.” “Let me worry about that.” Every day I’d gotten different responses, but my answer was always the same. Walking past the clerk, I handed my tickets...

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Words Spoken Too Late

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #125

“Back in my day, when you buried a body, you had the decency to at least give him at least a few parting words.” The disgust in Pa’s voice would’ve been enough to fill the six-foot hole, but just to make sure there was no chance of him coming back, I packed the grave with enough dirt and heavy rocks to make up a small barn. Still, no matter how much debris lay on top of him, there was no stopping Pa’s voice from tearing into my eardrums, and as such, I gave into his final demands. “Well, gee, Pa, what is there to say… besides what took so l...

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The Strange Disappearance of Old Man Sam

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #102

Mother used to tell me to never judge a book by its cover, so when everyone called Old Man Sam a witch, I knew better than to jump to conclusions. Just because someone runs through the neighborhood covered in blood every Tuesday doesn’t mean there’s not a good reason behind it. I reckon I was about seven, when I finally worked up the courage to walk up to his front door and knock. As it turns out his house was quite rotten, and m...

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The Man who Lost his Face to Find his Place

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #88

Long ago, back when the trees were still learning how to grow, a man learned made a decision that caused him nothing but woe. For he was a lonely soul, living with his brother in a dreary hole. He never knew the kiss of a woman or the gentleness of a friendly hand. Half-man half-troll is what they called him, and no matter how short he trimmed his claws, his appearance made th...

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The World Beyond This Sea

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #83

A dark wall rose above the horizon, and a once glorious sun vanished into cold, unforgiving waters. The creaking of the wood echoed below me as I leapt off the dock and onto the deck of my ship. Voices behind me raced through the wind, but their cries fell on deaf ears as the hull of my vessel freed itself from the clutches of the island. The first wave struck, a massive sheet of darkness against the wooden body of my ship, and immediately, I went flying forward. Salt water lurched over the side and splashed against my face, and before I co...

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The Tyrant's Truth

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #79

The knife in my hand glistened with the blood of my family that was not yet shed. Tremors ran up and down my body as the millions of hollow dragon skulls stared down at me. The throne room sat just ahead, and as the guards pulled open the door, I saw that he was alone. Perched upon a throne of corpses, his eyes were lowered to the ground in front of him, and his expression was concealed by shadows. Infuriatingly pure golden locked flowed down around his head, and the fine, crimson robes around his body made it seem as though he was caked in...

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The All-Shtar

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #76

“Sally was perfect, and shince she was perfect, she couldn’t be anything lesh.” “You’re over-correcting Toby. Remember, go slowly. You get the shh sound by bringing your tongue back and the ss sound by bringing it forward. Let’s try the sentence one more time.” “Okay, Sally was perfect and… since… she was perfect, she couldn’t be anything less. Better?” “Much better. So, now that the exercises are done, let’s just talk and I’ll see what else we can work on before we finish for the day.” “Shure-sure, what is new with you?” “Well, my sist...

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A Victory That is Truly Mine

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #73

The smell of blood, tears, and sweat flooded the training gym. Every muscle in my body screamed and begged for rest, but I refused to give into their pleas. Taking a deep breath, I steadied my posture and counted down from five. When I hit one, I exploded forward with as much force as possible, and the ground blurred beneath me. My heart exploded against my ribcage, and just before I hit the white line, I loaded my weight onto my legs and pushed off. For a brief moment, the ground disappeared, and the wind whipped at my face. My body felt f...

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The Thousandth Strike to Create my Legacy

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #66

Nine-hundred and ninety-nine different shades of blood stretched down my sword as I fastened the armor around my chest. Off to my side, the other gladiators gazed at me with expressions of fear and awe. Out of the forty men who’d entered the arena today, only twenty of us remained, ten on each side. One of the unfortunate souls on the other end would be my opponent, and with Mars’s blessing, his fate would be the same as the others. One more body beneath me, and I’d finally be high enough to create my legacy. The door swung open, and a cool ...

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The Gift of Freedom

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #63

Inside the golden garden, through grass green and good, two perfect figures walked, the first, a tall, slender man with skin white and soft as the dancing clouds high above. His arms stretched all the way down to the bucket he carried, no doubt for apples, but as with everything inside these walls, the bucket did not cause him strife. Beside him, walked the second figure, a woman with hair so fair and golden that even the sun seemed dim by comparison. Their smiles could be seen even from my spot hidden amongst the tree leaves as could their...

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How to Repay Kindness

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #61

Fear spiraled through me before I even opened the letter, and as my eyes darted across the ink, my heart dropped. Anger replaced terror, and my fist clenched so tight, bones popped out of my flesh. If my children weren’t sleeping a few doors down, I would’ve yelled, but at this time of night, all I could do was stuff the waves of frustration and hatred deep down inside of me. I don’t want to see them. Memories of high school flooded back to me, and my body shuddered. The laughing, the lunchroom, the three years I spent with them: pain cons...

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Death Wears a Smile and Promises Light

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #59

The town slept as the sun dipped into mountains, but as the night air flooded coolly into town, they were awakened at the sound of footsteps. Strange, they thought as not many rolled into town at this time of day, and even less carried a man-sized coffin behind them.His hair was a thick black, the color of night, and his face sat behind a soft, red scarf. He walked with no hesitation as the eyes lining the two-story houses and small-time shops observed his every move. His blue eyes returned their gazes one at a time, and slowly, the townsfol...

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A Deathly Friendship

B Easton

Submitted to Contest #56

There are many thoughts one experiences as she’s hit by a car. The first is pain as her body collides with the ground. The second is confusion as the agony makes her forget what she’s doing. The third is anger because she realized the car had run a red light, and the forth is annoyance as a in the midst of all this, one of the pedestrians apparently thought the best course of action was to nonchalantly stroll over and slap her back and forth across the face.“Up and at em, Sweetheart.” His voice was young but weathered, and every word flowed ...

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Secrets for the Living

B Easton

Winner of Contest #55 🏆

“Can you keep a secret?” She asked, and my first thoughts were, of course I can keep a secret, I’m dead. Who could I even tell? Her breath stank of half rotten food, and her decades old clothes barely fit her fragile body. Dirt raced up and down her body, some of it getting in her mouth as she talked, causing her every word to begin and end in coughing. As such, most of our games involved little talking. The onl...

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