Brendan Doyle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Abductions” by Brendan Doyle

“Thirty years of abductions and still no anal probe? Y'all move slower than a church girl on prom night.” Asa grinned mischievously into the large, dark orbs of the silver-headed creature in front of him. The creature let out a mild chortle and swiped at a screen pad balanced delicately in a thin palm. “Oh, it’s been that long? Well, drop your pants….” “Be a gentleman, Larr...

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“No One Ever Opens That Closet” by Brendan Doyle

Jonas, still mostly drunk and coming down off the previous night’s bong hits in the house library, was getting annoyed. “Moscow, get back here, ya little shit,” he growled at the chubby tabby cat, which was leading Jonas on through a minefield of half-empty beer bottles.  Jonas had a mind to punt the cat off the 3rd-floor balcony if he could catch it. The world would be better with one les...

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“Supermoon” by Brendan Doyle

“So in a weird way the pandemic made me realize that, like, I should be in social media marketing instead of nursing.” “Yeah, totally,” said Charles, his hand fidgeting in spasms in his pocket.  “Once I was out of lockdown, I wanted to go right to the middle of it all - New York, you know.”  Jenn took a sip of her rosé and hummed softly, looking around at the flowe...

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“Little Faith” by Brendan Doyle

“And who’s ready for Bible time?”  Miss Calloway smiled with satisfaction as the Lil’ Lions of Pacific Grove Church’s Sunday School program scampered to the foam mats on the floor.  The children were all between 6 and 9 years of age - perhaps the last joyful stage of childhood before the onset of hormones and self-consciousness and true awareness. Miss Calloway...

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“Salty Burgers & Toaster Strudels” by Brendan Doyle

“Ready to go, Jen?”Ray creaked Jenny’s bedroom door open as she squealed in dismay. “Wait, oh my gosh, one second!”Jenny was sitting cross-legged on her bed, in a pair of jeans and a Jamestown High School Lacrosse sweatshirt. Ray then noticed the curly-haired, fresh-faced boy in a Zoom window on her laptop. He was smiling mischievously and mouthing some wry comment, which only Jenny could hear through her ear buds. He reminded Ray of a Disney Chan...

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“Rocketship” by Brendan Doyle

Jeremy steadied himself by his stand-up desk and stared, mildly bored, at the top-right corner of his 42-inch monitor, where displayed a floating-point number between 10 and 20 million.The number represented his net worth. By all traditional measures of finance, he knew this number was completely divorced from reality. A little voice, doddy and impatient, told him he had better sell, get out while the rest of the crypto-schmucks were still hodling, huddling and huffing the fumes of their respective ...

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“The Double Date” by Brendan Doyle

A chorus of honks arose from cars careening down 7th Avenue; Jimmy held up an apologetic hand, cursing under his breath as he hustled the crosswalk. He didn’t have time for the inevitable obstacles New York City was throwing in his path. He was late, late for a very important date - Marie, the cute 25-year-old publicist whom Jimmy had been wining and dining the past several months, was...

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“Training Logs” by Brendan Doyle

Brent didn’t want to go on his scheduled twelve-mile run, this particular Saturday morning in April; but he was smack in the middle of his meticulous training plan for the Brooklyn Marathon, and he had so far logged 60 straight days of successful runs. He sure as hell wasn’t about to drop the ball in the middle of training.  After drinking a glass of water mixed with neon-red energy powde...

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“Swampland” by Brendan Doyle

Being in my 20s feels like I’ve been tossed into swampland after traveling down a waterslide for twenty years. I had thought I was headed towards a ball pit, all that time in the waterslide, but now I’m knee deep in algae and effluence, wading under a thundery sky and trying to ignore the glowing yellow eyes peeking at me from between the trees, heffalumps and woozles, and at the same time coming to terms with the fact ...

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“The A/B Test” by Brendan Doyle

Sometimes Freddy liked being fat.  One time at a bar, a girl had started patting his stomach repeatedly, as if she was petting a furry animal. He had been prepared to ask her for her number, but a guy showed up in a suit and tie who turned out to be her boyfriend. Freddy had finished his basket of chicken wings in silence and gone home alone, the memory of the woman’s fingertips still fresh.  ...

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