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Brinley Crawford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

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Whisper in Darkness

Brinley Crawford

**This is an emotional story. It has mention of drugs, violence and other sensitive things.** I woke up to a high pitched beep. I gently rubbed my head, which was still pounding with pain. I couldn't remember what exactly happened. I just remember him. Nothing else. I looked around the hospital room, but I found it empty. I knew why. Everyone probably thought I was dead. Was I? I didn't feel dead… I opened my mouth to call out, but no noise came from my mouth. I tried again, but still there was nothing. What in the world is happening? ...

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*The Son of Phantom

Brinley Crawford

I walked along the streets of what was said to be my fathers old town. Though I had never met my father. I was told he died a few days after I was born. It pained me to think I'd never know him. My friend, Silas, slightly nudged me, telling me to stop. I stopped and blindly reached out a hand. "Where are we?" I asked. "Stay here for a second Eric." He replied instead. Yeah, cause a blind man can do so much unsupervised in a place he's never been before... I thought grimly, lowering my hand. "Can I at least sit down?" I asked. There was no re...

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The Kiss of Death

Brinley Crawford

I never wanted it to end like this, I can tell you that much. It was never my fault it happened. At least, that's what I've been telling myself. But how am I supposed to know? It was my fault he was dragged into this whole mess. So, I guess it is a bit of my fault that his fate was this. It all started when we were together at our cozy home. We were talking as we sat by the small fireplace. He had his arm wrapped around me in a loving yet, protective way. He always did that. I guess it makes sense. He was once a soldier in the military. He h...

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Karma With A Bow On Top

Brinley Crawford

The holidays. Almost everyone I know loves them. But for me it just reminds me of the life I could’ve had… The life I threw away all those years ago. But why does that matter? I chose this path and I can’t take back what I did. Not ever. So I just keep a low profile and when duty calls, I answer it. Usually this time of year is super busy for me. Weird, right? I guess they find it the easiest time to hire a mercenary to take out someone. Maybe it’s because it is always busy at this time and if someone doesn’t show up, they just guess th...

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*I Didn't Kill Him

Brinley Crawford

TW: themes and mentions of violence, blood, gore, self harm Life in the city is challenging. But being a police officer in the city… Well that is just a living nightmare. But someone has to do it, or the city wouldn't even exist, not when the criminals are done with it…I have been in the PDP for ten years now, and I have seen many things. But in the last few weeks, things have gotten even stranger. In the last week we have found three people dead. Each killed in a different way. It was disturbing. We all knew there was a killer i...

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*It Wasn't Me, I Swear

Brinley Crawford

I never meant to do it, okay? It was all just an accident, I had never thought about killing someone, least of all him. Though I can’t prove I am innocent I can tell you, I didn’t know what brought me to do it. Someone pounded on my door, making me jump. My mind instantly began to race, and I found myself looking for any escape routes. “W-who is it?” I called, my voice shaking. Was it the cops? Did they finally figure out that it was me? I stared at the door, ready to bolt. “It’s Darius.” What does he want? I thought, surprised. “Can y...

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*Magic Always Has A Cost

Brinley Crawford

Tick, I eyed the clock, fear building up in my chest. It was only a matter of time before it would happen. Before it would be too late. It was already too late, but I refused to believe it. I shouldn’t even be in this situation! I should be home, with my family. Home, Too late for that. Then again, it was too late for many things. There was a knock on my door. It was quick and rough, like someone who was here for me. They were here for me, I was the only one here… They’re too late. I thought, clutching my side. I’m already...

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*The Figure in The Distance

Brinley Crawford

Stay hidden, stay unnoticed. That’s what kept running through my head as I slipped down the alleyway. My job was to send a message to one of the leaders of the resistance, unnoticed. And a job that was. I am already being watched by spies every moment of my life, and just slipping away will lead to suspicions. Snap! I froze. Someone is following me! I realized my heart rate sped up. I can’t be caught with Andrew. Not after everything I’ve done to avoid being in the grips of Rafael and his men. Which means I have to ‘take care’ of them, ...

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*Is Killing Really A Bad Thing?

Brinley Crawford

*TW; mentions or themes of blood, death, guns, self-harm.*The man just stood there, alone. As if he was asking to be killed. He didn’t seem to be worried about anything, he should know better than that. Everyone knew to be on guard as long as I was loose. I stepped closer but avoided looking at him fully, aware that he might sense me watching him. The sixth sense; what I like to call the “Hex Sense”, where you can feel when someone’s watching you. My hand curved around the handle of the hidden knife. Coldness ran across my body, and it ...

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*The Bullet of Truth

Brinley Crawford

Tw: This story has mentions of blood/gore, bodies, guns and fire. I snapped open my eyes, dazed. Who am I? Was the first thing that ran through my head.. I was blinded temporarily by the bright sun. I blinked slowly until my eyes adjusted to the brightness. By the time my eyes adjusted I was able to see that the sky was a darker shade of gray. Wasn’t the sky supposed to be blue, not gray? That was a good sign at least I remembered something. Actually now that I thought about it, I knew many things. But nothing that connecte...

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*It's Me or You

Brinley Crawford

*Warning: The following contains death and guns*For years I have heard people say, vengeance is not the way to go. I disagree. It all started five years ago, when my best friend Amirs was shot and killed during one of our normal walks along the city…The buildings loomed above us as we walked together, joking around like friends should.Amir playfully pushed me, but I grabbed a hold of his hoodie before I could fall. “Let go, Dash. That’s cheating.” He complained, using my nickname. I had gotten it from running cross country. I ...

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