Bob E

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (34)

34 Stories

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“How The War Began” by Bob E

Submitted to Contest #96

Two men are walking down the street. The first man asks a question but the second man doesn’t know the answer. He doesn’t want to admit this, so he pretends he didn’t hear what was asked. Against his hope, the first man asks the question again. A little louder. A little more emphasis on the important points. Now the second man faces a dilemma. He weighs up his options and sees that he has two choices: 1. Admit he doesn’t kno...

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“A Knight On The Town” by Bob E

Submitted to Contest #96

I gave up my job in the service industry because I wanted something more. I'd felt for some time that I wasn't getting what I needed behind that counter. I spent the last of my money on a horse and a sword and a gauntlet. Only one though, as it was all I could afford. I figured I could find myself a lance and shield as I traveled. There was bound to be something that would do the job. I named the horse Giraffe, because he had such a long neck. We sought adventure together and roamed around the county and into the next one. We cro...

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“Gideon” by Bob E

Submitted to Contest #93

In the autumn, a carnival came to our town and set up in a field on the outskirts. The field had cows grazing that year and they’d been fenced into the back corner to make room for the rides and games and stalls selling sweet and savoury treats. I agreed to take my little brother along. We were both slightly surprised that neither of our parents had insisted on coming along to keep an eye on him. We went on all of the rides at least once and we at...

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“Where The Power Is” by Bob E

Submitted to Contest #92

That night there was a power cut. They’d been getting more and more regular in recent weeks, so I wasn’t all that surprised when the living room, the whole house, the street beyond it, were plunged into darkness. I imagined the whole city falling into submerged, building by building, street by street, suburb by suburb, dominoes of illumination toppling. I knew there was a torch on the windowsill for just such an occasion as this, not to mention candles and matches in a kitchen drawer, but I didn’t go to them. Instead, I chose the darkness. I...

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Author bio

I've written some stories.

Shortlisted 2 stories ⭐️

Contest #104

The Temperature of Home – read story

Contest #98

Barges – read story