Caleb Kuether

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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4 Stories

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“Museum De Phantasia” by Caleb Kuether

Submitted to Contest #173

Museum De Phantasia You know, like West World but without all the death and risk. Without the hassle of trekking out into a deserted wasteland propped up by cardboard city structures. In a tall skyscraper, eleven stories high. Each floor with its own theme. You know this. It’s very infamous.I don’t know it.You know, like a theme park, but real-life.Not all that special then.You’re not understanding.Let me explain it, Dorothea. Horace and I have actually been there.Oh that was one hell of a time. Thanks for reminding me.Oh quiet, Horace,...

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“While We’re Still Alive” by Caleb Kuether

Submitted to Contest #79

While We’re Still AliveA boy looks out through a foggy backseat window. Panic blurs his thoughts. He’d only seen his father ten seconds before, but now, he can’t picture his face. He wipes the window to get one last look. If only he could wipe both sides of the window. All he can make out is the shape of a broken man, head downtrodden, as the car drives away.***The 1950’s arrived quick to some, slow to most. Malachi Turner felt as though he’d lived four lifetimes. He’s only twenty-seven and has taken over the family business. “Death” he says...

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“Sleight” by Caleb Kuether

Submitted to Contest #78

Sleight Freddy Biggs sat in his country farm house feeling pretty small and thinking about the good old days. The radio played as he drank a glass of scotch and stared intently at his front door. Such were the extent of his days.Freddy kept a toothpick in his mouth whenever he wasn’t smoking, even though he only had but a few teeth to speak of. He carried a Colt Peacemaker at his side. It was the type of gun people hadn’t seen slung in about forty years or so. That was back in wilder times. His amputated left hand lay comfortably on his...

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“Flashback” by Caleb Kuether

Submitted to Contest #77

“You gotta be careful with that acid on account of you can do it, and then, you could have a flashback like ten years could pass, twenty years could pass, and then, you get a flashback. So I thought...well that sounds like a good deal.”Norm MacdonaldFlashback It’s Christmas five years ago. His wife isn’t there but he’s not alone. She called earlier in the day to let him know she’d come up the second the snow cleared. That was before the power went out. He’s staring outside his cabin window, staring at the cloud of snow, contemplating th...

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There's never not a good reason to write. There's never not a bad reason to not write.