Bryan Johnson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“New Start, Old Wounds” by Bryan Johnson

Submitted to Contest #212

"Supplies delivered to Montreal, check. Upcoming food delivery to Manitoba has been noted. Plane repaired?" Chuck looked out his office window, out upon Lake Superior, the snow falling gently down from the dark clouded sky. His seaplane was parked by the dock. He smiled at the sight of his business partner, Ryan, who was down by the plane attempting to fix the engine. "Attempted," he sai...

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“Going, Going, Gone.” by Bryan Johnson

Submitted to Contest #211

[Content Warning: This story contains physical violence, drug reference, brief sexual reference, and strong language throughout.] Sometimes, it's terrific to get your ass beat. Especially when it comes warranted from your past actions. Someone once said that every action done has a positive or negative reaction. In this case, the response was quite adverse. All things considered, I lay hal...

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“A Parting Gift” by Bryan Johnson

Submitted to Contest #173

Christmas Eve was never a dull day for Derek. He was managing and preparing Christmas dinner, handling family members who were doing their utmost best at making things complicated, all while simultaneously wrangling four kids, which made for a hectic but memorable holiday season. The hustle and bustle of his home were replaced with a deafening silence of his car interior as he drove down the dimly lit backroads of the outer city. Christmas Eve was never dull for Derek and his family. Even more, now that Penny turned up missing from the fe...

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“Unless” by Bryan Johnson

Submitted to Contest #168

The train station was dead silent. The daytime activities of coffee vendors, families rushing to get to their trains and the sounds of roaring train engines were that of an older time. The only sound that echoed throughout the empty station was that of a clock posted by the arrivals and departures. The board appeared empty, all except for one departure. Shelby looked at his pocket watch he dug out from his vest pocket. 11:50pm. He glanced up at the departure board. “10 minutes. Guess it’s time.”

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“Hail Lone Hunter” by Bryan Johnson

Submitted to Contest #37

“In all of my years of living, never have I encountered a situation like this.” The snow slowly cascaded from the grey sky, coating the forest floor with a crisp blanket of pure white. The forest was silent, except for the roaming deer and calls from the birds in the treetops. In the gaps of the trees, a silhouette could be seen. Chuck Williams, a rifle slung over his shoulder, wrapped in white winter camo. Snow became entrapped in his beard, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. The snow crunched underneath his boots, scarin...

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Author bio

More than 10+ years of writing experience. Unafraid to tackle any genre of literature/film/games. Studied at Full Sail University. Now in the process of reinvigorating his writing prowess and reigniting his passion for the craft.