Brinley Crawford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

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“The Figure in The Distance” by 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?” by 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” by 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” by 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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Author bio

I love to read and write crime and Fantasy stories, and am hoping to publish a story every week.