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Beastie Crawford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2025

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A Thousand Lies Could Never Hurt As Much As The Truth

Beastie Crawford

She'll come back.. I know she will. She would never leave me here alone. She knows I need her. I stared out into the sunset, silently waiting for her to come back. Though no matter how hard I tried to drown it out, a small voice in the very back of my head softly whispered, "She ain’t coming back."She will.The sunset looked more like fire, the affect of smoke inforced the look, making the sun turn a deep red color. There were no pinks or purples in the sunset. Only angry oranges and reds.If that fire hadn't started. I knew she would've been ...

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The Necromancer's Blessing

Beastie Crawford

The world around me was a blurry mess. I had no clue where I was or how I had gotten here. But I knew wherever I was, it was cold. It took me a moment to realize I was screaming. As soon as I did, I stopped, waiting for the world to stop spinning."Are you there?" A soft voice asked as I felt something gently touch my shoulder. "Please answer me..."I slowly looked over to find a young man standing over me, his gaze filled with worry. "Where am I?" I asked. My throat burned with pain as the word slipped out of my mouth."You're home." The man r...

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The Lost Isle

Beastie Crawford

*Context: This is takes place in the wold of a book I've worked on for a while now. So I apologize if things don't fully make sense.*An old man sat by the fire, his gaze dormant. I slowly walked up to the empty chair next to him, trying my hardest not to disturb him. But it didn’t work. He slowly looked over at me and gave a small nod.I silently sat down next to him, looking into the flames that brightly burned in the old fireplace. It had been years since I had been to some of the older towns. I had almost forgotten how weird life was befor...

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If You Listen To The Wind

Beastie Crawford

A soft breeze swept across the land, slightly rustling the leaves on the trees that surrounded me. It almost sounded like whispering, telling of secrets untold.Oh what a mystery nature is. My mother had always told me that if you listen to the wind, you could learn how to be truly free. I never believed her. My sisters and brother mocked her and called her insane, just as the town did. But now I was starting to wonder if what she said was true.So I sat down here, in this open field, surrounding myself with an array of flowers. Silently think...

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Hearts and Blades

Beastie Crawford

Context & Warning: This is based on an idea for the story I have been writing. So some things will make no sense at all. But hopefully things will make enough sense for it to be enjoyable even for people who know nothing about the book. For my friends who have been reading what I have written so far, sorry for the spoilers. (Even though some of this isn't fully accurate) I fell in love with him the first time we saw each other. I never told him. I didn't want to. I had no idea how he'd react.He was different to say the least. A little un...

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A Shadow of What Once Was

Beastie Crawford

She wore the brightest smile on her face as she looked out to the view below us."It's beautiful..." She whispered.The sound of her soothing voice alone made me smile. It felt like I hadn't seen her for years. It felt good to have her at my side once again, even though it was only yesterday when she had taken me out for dinner at that old Greek place by the family owned woodworking shop and the grocery store.I had never felt right when she wasn't by my side though. I felt incomplete. Like she carried half of me with her."I know..." I replied....

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A Life In Shadows

Beastie Crawford

*This story does mention a little bit of drinking and has mention of sacrifices, though it is not specific.*The air was cold, biting against any unguarded flesh. Sending chills up my spine. I looked to the sky, up to the lone moon that watched overhead. Its watchful eye never seemed to leave me.Most of the people I work with would feel uncomfortable under its gaze. Though I've always found it very comforting. Maybe that's because I was raised in a life in the shadows and it was nice to see some light.Technically I'm not supposed to be out he...

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