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Brian Adkins

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2024

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TED Talk - Being Silly

Submitted to Contest #280

"Good evening! Let’s start with a question: when was the last time you truly, unabashedly acted silly? I’m not talking about a polite chuckle at a mediocre pun—I mean full-throttle, face-contorting, possibly-snorting silliness. If you can’t remember, my friend, we have a problem.""Here’s the thing: silliness is a health regimen masquerading as entertainment. It’s yoga for your sense of humor, cardio for your soul. And unlike actual cardio, it doesn’t involve Lycra or tears.""Think about it: why do kids laugh an average of 300 times a day, bu...

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The Quiet Exchange

The Quiet ExchangeThe train was unusually empty for a mid-morning ride. Just a handful of passengers dotted the rows of faded blue seats, the overhead lights casting a pale glow over their faces. Among them were two strangers sitting across from each other in a near-empty car, separated by a narrow aisle and an unspoken silence. One, a woman in her late twenties with a cascade of dark curls spilling over her shoulders, clutched a notebook to her chest. The other, a man in his early thirties with a sharp jawline and a wool scarf wound tightly...

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Day One

Submitted to Contest #279

I wake up on the cold pavement, staring at the sky. It’s still blue, still there. Familiar, but everything else is... off. The air smells wrong—stale, like old meat left too long in the sun. My head feels like it’s stuffed with something heavy, and my arms are just as sluggish. I can’t feel my legs. I can’t feel much of anything.Why can’t I feel?I try to sit up, but my body rebels. My limbs move like someone else is controlling them, jerky and uneven. My head tips back, neck cracking, and for a moment, I see the tops of the streetlamps. Then...

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A Soapy Nightmare

Submitted to Contest #279

Under a brilliant crescent moon, in a small suburban house nestled between two tall oak trees, a young puppy named Rocco stirred in his bed. Rocco was no ordinary puppy. Though barely six months old, his world was one of deep contemplation, rich imagination, and, most importantly, anxiety-ridden thoughts that often spiraled wildly out of control.Rocco, a caramel-furred ball of fluff with floppy ears and wide, expressive eyes, had recently overheard something dreadful.“Tomorrow’s bath day,” his human, a cheerful woman named Kate, had declared...

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The Echo Within

Submitted to Contest #279

Sylas hated the forest.It smelled like rot and damp regret, the way you’d imagine a closet full of forgotten coats might smell if it were left to die. The mud clung to his boots like bad memories, and the gnarled branches clawed at his jacket as though the woods themselves were warning him not to go on. A more sensible man might have turned back. Then again, a more sensible man wouldn’t have come out here in the first place.Sylas was not a sensible man.The forest stretched endlessly before him, tangled and suffocating, but that suited him ju...

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