Brian Webb

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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9 Stories

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“The End of Things” by Brian Webb

Submitted to Contest #286

The knock on my door is loud.  Not as loud as the explosion that shook the building fifteen minutes ago, but loud.  And persistent. “Coming, coming!”  I get myself on my feet and move toward the door.  Yahtzee is there ahead of me, barking ferociously.  Her front feet lift slightly off the floor with each yip.  My chihuahua weighs seven pounds soaking wet but imagines herself a dire wolf.  I pull her leash from a hook on the wall, clip it on, and open the door.  A sol...

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“No Longer Her Type” by Brian Webb

Submitted to Contest #285

I’m freezing my ball off out here.  At least it’s not snowing.  Yet.  I can’t believe Emily dropped me on the curb alongside her empty tuna cans and black banana peels and the rest of the trash.  Not even a box to cover my shame.  Can you believe it?  An IBM Selectric II, once the monarch of word craft royalty, waiting for a garbage truck to haul me away in the morning.  The abject indignation! Oh, I enjoyed a place of honor in Emily’s life for almost fifteen years. &...

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“Entertaining Angels” by Brian Webb

Submitted to Contest #284

It was Christmas night, 1863.  Mama and Aunt Beverly were finishing up the dinner dishes as my Uncle Cleon dozed in a chair in front of the fire.   They had travelled from their home in Loudon County to spend the holidays with us.  The aroma of roast goose still hung in the house.  An apple pie sat cooling on the counter.  I was reading my Christmas gift, a copy of Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin.  The wind outside rattled our shutters, pushing in a cold front wi...

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“Restless” by Brian Webb

Submitted to Contest #275

Emily Gray realized she had been staring at the wall calendar for way too long.  She turned away and closed her eyes.  November 8 – eyes open or closed, asleep, awake, alive or dead, it didn’t matter.  She couldn’t have been more perpetually aware of the date if it were tattooed on her brain.  Swiping at a tear, she picked up her phone and dialed her ex-husband, Carl. “Hey Em.  How are you doing this morning?” “Okay, I guess.  It’s been –“ “Two years today,” they said at the same ti...

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“The Neophyte” by Brian Webb

Submitted to Contest #273

Tyron is a babe in arms again.  He savors the comfort of his mother’s embrace, breathing in the sweet essence of her pachouli as he snuggles against her breast.  He looks up at her smiling face, her sandalwood brown eyes, and the rich curly locks of auburn hair cascading around her shoulders.  She kisses his nose and whispers “I love you sweet boy”.  He can feel her breath and the soft brush of her lips against his ear… “Tyron.  Wake up.”  With a mild jab of his staff Tyron’s squad ...

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“The Bully Magnet” by Brian Webb

Submitted to Contest #272

From my favorite perch atop the mausoleum, I had often watched the skinny, bespectacled teen arriving at the bus stop early autumn mornings or returning home dark winter evenings.  He always walked as if he wasn’t quite sure where he was going, but fully expected that there would be some sort of trouble along the way.  And all too often, trouble found him.  The school bus pulls up at the stop near the gates of the rural cemetery I call home.  The sun has set, robbing the brilliant fall colors from the ash, ...

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“A Recipe for Revenge” by Brian Webb

Submitted to Contest #270

After making final arrangements for his father’s funeral, Lucas left the undertakers and headed back to the apothecary shop. Amphoras had passed away in his sleep the night before, following a long illness.  On returning to the shop, Lucas pulled up a stool at the mixing table. With shaking hands, he broke the wax seals and loosened the ribbons securing two small scrolls of parchment he had found on Amphoras’ bedside table that morning. Sunlight filtering through the dusty windowpane over his shoulder revealed the un...

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“Going Home” by Brian Webb

Submitted to Contest #265

It’s just before sunrise on a Tuesday morning, and traffic is light on the New York State Thruway. Heading out to western New York, the perpetual slipstream of the road ahead stretches to a vanishing point in the far distance.  I glance over at the empty pet restraints clipped into the passenger side seat belt and smile to myself. It’s a hard-earned smile. As I surrender to the hypnotic motion of the car moving through space and time, my mind and memory turn backward to how this chapter of my life began. Meredith and a fe...

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“In the Trees” by Brian Webb

Submitted to Contest #129

In the Trees Brian Webb, January 2022 Having failed at mending fences with Joann, I decide I’ll stretch the President’s Day weekend by taking Friday off. Just a short getaway for some rest and relaxation. â€śNo booze, and no weed,” I tell myself dead-seriously in the mirror as I’m shaving. And I mean it this time. Just clean fresh air, a little skiing, and some healthy self-inventory. It feels like the best thing I’ve done for myself in too long. I pack a light bag and throw it in the car with my gear, then...

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I love writing and I'm trying to get better. Reedsy is an excellent catalyst to help me stay active and consistent with devoting time every week to working on something.