C. Charles

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

Stories (19)

19 Stories

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“Scattered to the Wind” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #240

TW: Violence, Gore and mention of Sexual Violence Chad fell to the ground and scrambled up as fast as he could as the icy wind whistled all around him. The wind—he had to get out of the wind. He was walking through a dead and yellow field, close to the edge where there was a little tree cover. If he didn’t find shelter, he would be dead soon. The worst part (was it the worst part?) was that if it came to that, he didn’t think that there’d be anything left of him.Another icy blast ripped through his naked body—so cold that he could feel it in...

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“Cat” by C. Charles

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #237

Sleep hadn't come. Tom brushed up against it—touched it, but it hadn't wrapped itself around him and taken him in. He'd kept his eyes closed, wishing he could slip away but one o'clock gave way to two, to three, and so on. Tom opened his eyes again to check the time. It was a little after seven. He couldn't lay there anymore. He had to get up. He groaned as he creaked out of the recliner (He hadn't slept in his bed in four days; he just couldn't stand to) careful not to wake Maggie, who had started in her room but was now asleep on the couch...

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“Early Morning Run” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #224

Krssshhhh“-olf sighting. Police are advising residents not to leave pets and small children outside unatten—”clickGraham turned the alarm off and stood in the dark, eyes drooping at the numbers on his alarm clock. 5:00He’d been trying to get up and go for a run all week, but it was too easy to roll over and reset the alarm for the usual six-thirty. But last night, he had moved the clock from his bedside table to the dr...

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“A Portrait of a Son” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #213

The ringing phone pulled Derek from the depths of his stupor. He was on the couch with the TV blaring and an empty bottle of rye lying on the floor next to him.  “Who the fuck–” he slurred as he groped for the phone on the coffee table. Every time his finger touched the wood, the tips tingled with pins and needles and bubbling fear returned to his stomach. He found his phone. “Hello?” he croaked. “Derek?” came Sally’s voice, “Where were you? I’ve been calling you.” Her voice sounded frantic. “Sorry, I was sleepi...

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“The Precious Love of Margaret and Bill” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #211

Margaret Reed had a secret. A secret that she wanted to share, but couldn’t; no one would believe her. It started about six months ago, right on her and Bill’s anniversary.Ted and his wife Claudette had come to visit and say happy anniversary, but it felt dutiful. They stayed and chatted about the weather and Ted’s work and how Chad was doing in school; the same kind of conversation that they’d had since Margaret moved into the nursing home. After they left, Margaret sat alone in her room, waiting for dinner. She’d trie...

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“The Neighbour” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #210

Paul was walking towards his car when he noticed his neighbour across the street was just getting into hers. God, she’s weird, he thought. For the three years that he and Emma had lived in their house, they’d never spoken to her. Emma would be home soon so Paul was going to the grocery store to pick up supper. It was Friday and neither of them felt like cooking. He got in the car and started it just as the woman started backing out of her driveway.She left the house multiple times a day and was only ever gone f...

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“I'm Fine” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #207

**CONTENT WARNING: This story contains depictions of violence, mental health struggle, drug abuse, and overdose**“CUT!” Thomas yells just as I start my last line of dialogue. I throw my head back and close my eyes. I open them to find Thomas standing behind the camera with his glasses perched on his forehead and his fingers massaging between his eyes in frustration. The crew around him is silent, waiting and wondering, is he gonna blow up again?We’re in a tiny room in a dirty house; Thomas always...

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“The Scrapyard” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #206

If I’m being honest, there was a part of me that was kind of excited. I mean, I was annoyed that my car was broken but excited. The middle of a downpour on a Friday afternoon is a hell of a time for your wipers to quit. It was a scary drive across the overpass and through town to see a mechanic. A used linkage was gonna cost me $60 and they wouldn’t get it until Thursday. The forecast called for rain all week and I just couldn’t wait that long. I also couldn’t afford to take time off of work and it wasn’t worth risking my neck cruising d...

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“Makoto” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #205

“... I speak for members on all sides of the house today, in offering to Japanese-Canadians the formal and sincere apology- That was Prime Minister Brian Mulroney addressing the House of Commons and an audience of Japanese-Canadians yesterday, offering an apology to the 22,000 Japanese-Canadians who were interred in Canada following the attack on Pearl Harbour in 1942.  Along with the apology, is a $300 million compensation package. The money will go to a Japanese community fund, individual compensation, and the c...

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“Before You Meet the Devil” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #204

Skinner, Arkansas, 1877 Jack sat behind the bar reading a newspaper. It was mid-afternoon and the saloon was quiet, but it was always quiet until suppertime when the gamblers came in. It would be standing room only, everybody hoping to get a seat at a table or making bets on the side.  Jack had started the bar in a tent, in 1870. He had named it the Red Ace Saloon and it soon garnered a reputation as a card-playing hot spot. He learned quickly that gambling was thirsty work. Men drank to calm their ne...

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“December 19th, 1995” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #203

GREETING CARD FROM ANNETTE CARPENTER TO HER DAUGHTER ALLIE COOK Allie, Rob, and Danny, Congratulations on your first home! I hope this card is waiting for you in your mailbox the first time you check it! I just wanted to tell you all how proud I am of you! I can’t wait to come visit! I just wish your father was still here to bless the house for you, but I know he’s looking d...

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“Olivia” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #202

**Author’s note: Finished but not edited! Busy week and I didn’t get to edit this as much as I wanted. Hopefully I will be able to tweak it before it is approved!**It’s strange how well you can remember seemingly insignificant moments with crystal-clear recollection while big moments are a little fuzzy around the edges. Whenever I think about playing in my first concert, for example, it feels quiet and far away, like I’m watching it on one of those countertop TVs my grandparents had that never had very good rece...

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“The Chevelle” by C. Charles

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #201

The white lines flashed by in the headlights of the Chevelle as it rolled along the highway. The clock on the dash read a little after three; the road was empty. The morning commuters wouldn’t hit the road for another hour or so and the late shifters were already gone. The car was a ‘70, fully factory restored. Cole had done all the work he could himself and sent away for the work he couldn’t. Rewelded, repainted, rewired, and rebuilt. It even had the original radio. After the ranch, it was the first thing he had bought himsel...

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“Justice” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #200

 Williams Daily Star May 29th, 1893Campbell Creek Saloon Robbed at Gunpoint, Two DeadBy Glenn JeffersonCampbell Creek, New MexicoThe Campbell Creek Saloon was robbed at gunpoint late Saturday night, leaving proprietor Wayne Duffy and an unidentified local dead.

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“Under the Moon” by C. Charles

Submitted to Contest #199

What a fucking asshole, Amber thought as she made her way down the stairs toward the deck overlooking the lake. Last summer we’re hot and heavy and then I come back to find him drooling over that bitch Vicky Baker. I thought he was gonna be around to punch my ticket this summer but I guess he’d rather work for it.Before Amber stepped onto the deck, she looked back up at Angel’s parent’s cottage. It was a large, wooden A-frame with lots of windows. She could hear an Eagles song being blasted over the sound system a...

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Author bio

Thinking up stories for as long as I can remember—figured I’d better try writing some down. Instagram: @c.charles.writer

Shortlisted 3 stories ⭐️

Contest #237
Cat – read story
Contest #201
The Chevelle – read story
Contest #195
The Watch – read story