Brian Sweeney

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“The Ping” by Brian Sweeney

Submitted to Contest #58

First Log entry: February 29th, 2121Space. It is a heartless Hell. One Nautilus Expeditions intends on conquering. Earth is dying; humans are killing the world we were carved from. No longer are we molded from innocent clay, but now trash and enmity. That horrible obsession to destroy only expanded when we saw the moon as our next savior, and then every planet beyond it. Eventually they all succumb to our great famine. Plague, decay, rot… everything took what was beautiful to us. What was necessary.They think coming to the stars might cure u...

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“Let the Dead Take Me” by Brian Sweeney

Submitted to Contest #57

I, Victoria Anne Harker, being of supposed sound mind, do hereby declare this to be my Last Will and Testament. I revoke all will and codicils previously made by me. I appoint Henrik Harker, my husband, as my personal representative to administer this Will, and ask that he be permitted to serve as my personal representative. I leave everything in my possession to you, my dearest Jaina. All of my family's wealth, estate, and material. It will all be yours. Upon my death, I direct that my family will be given one final visit of my body,...

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“Birdwatching” by Brian Sweeney

Submitted to Contest #56

Mr. Corvus’ wheelchair squeaked the entire way down the hall. Its eardrum bleeding squeal echoed, catching the attention of displeased visitors and chuckles from the residents. While they might not be able to hear the horrible high pitched noise it made, they could see the discomfort contort the faces of those who left them in Undercliff. And that was all the joy the retirement home’s residents needed.  Mr. Corvus’ antics were hardly unknown in the establishment; pranks weren’t uncommon. Somehow he always found a way to make his wheelc...

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“A Burial Ground for Fools” by Brian Sweeney

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you…” I panted. “Keep a secret?” “Dave...” Sarah eyed me, as if she couldn’t believe I would have to ask. “Is now really the time?” Her sharp glare felt particularly frustrated. Stress did that to her. It ate away at her personality to reveal something worse beneath. I stuck my shovel into the mud, resting my foot on its edge. “Jesus. Don’t turn this into another argument,” I sighed. I knew I shouldn’t have, but it was hard to not poke the bear. “Can’t you take a joke?” Something buried deep inside wanted to see her reaction. She st...

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“All Eyes on Me” by Brian Sweeney

Submitted to Contest #52

I am no longer faceless; hiding is pointless. Their hunt has already begun. My name is already plastered on every screen--in front of every eye. My image interrupts movies, phone conversations, and even the daily advertisements. A photo of me accompanies the broadcast. For many, this will be the first time they've seen my face. It is my one day of fame, where the world knows who I am. Their hunters are already interviewing my work and my apartment complex's owner. They have been working since they received my name and the new day began. I ...

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“A Last Chance for Confession” by Brian Sweeney

Submitted to Contest #51

“Please! Please!” The man wailed. His voice carried through the silent, stone cathedral halls. “Please--you don’t understand! You are wrong! Why have you taken me?” The men who carried him didn’t care. They’d heard the cries before, though never this loud. It sounded as if the knights were dragging a boar they’d struck with the ends of their swords through their cathedral. The great wooden doors slammed shut behind them, echoing a giant’s howl down the halls. They dragged him over the dark colored carpet, now tattered and stained red with ...

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“The New Blood” by Brian Sweeney

Submitted to Contest #50

A kiss, just one. That’s all they say I need, and then they’ll accept me. They’ll show me what it means to no longer be forlorn. I dread the thought of failure and the alienation it brings. They send me inside anyway, watching behind like a collection of ghostly shades. They offer me a promise, and these bodies are to be what will make that promise come true. I am to look around--to wait. To watch and to choose as they meander between one another, conversing about things designed to make them feel better. Safer. They told me it is how they...

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An author looking to beat the crippling fear of writing and sharing.