Bill Humphrey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Wilcox - Smyth” by Bill Humphrey

Submitted to Contest #94

Lieutenant Bernard Wilcox - Smyth looked up and down the thin line of men stretched along the low sand dune. There were considerably fewer men there than had been before the last attack. He could see the lifeless bodies of his soldiers, some lying face down over their rifles and others thrown back and crumpled along the ground below the dune. Here And there, he could see the sand stained with the blood of his fallen men. From the thin line, he heard the occasional groan of pain and the low murmur that he thought might be the prayers of...

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“Cell 7” by Bill Humphrey

Submitted to Contest #84

CELL 7 With a twist of a key and then a tug on the handle, the heavy steel door to cell number seven swung open with a groan and a creak. In a gruff voice, the Guard said, "Prisoner number one nine seven four one, you may enter your assigned cell now!" I stood there holding all my worldly possessions in my arms, looking into the narrow room that was to be my home for the next ten years. I thought to myself that the bathroom of my former home had been bigger than this. Suddenly I felt the Guard's hands on my back, a...

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“I Walk Among Them” by Bill Humphrey

Submitted to Contest #82

I Walk Among Them I walk among them, but I am not one of them. I look as they do and, within reason, can imitate them, but I will never be one of them. Am I superior to them? Maybe, in some ways, I suppose I am. I am a being of another kind; I was not born from another. I was created. Shop built might be a better term. My Creator Dr. Weitz was in the business of creating and perfecting Android technology. I suppose he was brilliant for a human. Smarter, more intelligent than others of his species. In his lifetime, he bu...

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“Willow” by Bill Humphrey

Submitted to Contest #79

Willow Willow looked at the young reporter sitting there across the table in her room at London's famous Savoy Hotel. He was here to interview her for the London Times since she was a now internationally renowned Author. The reporter watched as the woman across from him with the prettiest blue eyes that he had ever seen seemed to look off into the distance right past him. Then nodding her head, she took a breath then said: My name, as you know, is Willow McNeil, but it wasn't always. Up until...

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“Ward D” by Bill Humphrey

Submitted to Contest #77

Ward D It was only supposed to snow about an inch. That was what the weatherman on T.V. had said. That was about a half-inch more snow than Mildred had seen the entire two years she had lived here in North Texas. Like most weather forecasts around here, that one had been wrong. The light snow and sleet that had been happening when she had arrived at work over twenty hours ago had quickly turned into a full-scale blizzard. By the time her shift had ended at eight o'clock this morning, there were at least four feet of ...

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“The Goat of Death” by Bill Humphrey

Submitted to Contest #58

The Goat of Death Marcus passed the dead goat lying at the side of the road. He didn't exactly know what prompted him to turn around and drive back and park beside it. Truth be told, He had always had sort of a fascination with dead things, and maybe it was this that drove him to stop to examine the dead creature. Anyway, whatever it was that drove him to take that action accidentally set off a chain of events that would have a most unfortunate outcome. Marcus brought the big Mercedes to a stop less than a quarter mile pas...

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