Calen Cross

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Staring out a car window on a lonely country road.” by Calen Cross

Submitted to Contest #101

I stared out of the window, trees passing by me at sixty miles per hour. Music softly playing in the front seat, jazz. Experimental jazz. The kind of jazz that flows like the highway that I was currently on- curves. One moment north, then northeast, then east then south then snaking back to north. Undulating rhythm, undulating mountain highway, undulating speedometer. There are multiple turns on the road that look like each other, there is the one that my aunt wrecked her car on that snowy New Year’s Eve...

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“Champion” by Calen Cross

Submitted to Contest #100

“The chosen champions of the realms, Sir Donovan for the Kingdom of Flugefell and Sir Wilhelm for the Kingdom of Gilhere!” We sat across from each other, a plate piled high in front of us. Neither of us had touched the food. We sat and sized each other up, the fate of the kingdoms in our hands and our stomachs. Breaking bread with one another had been a tradition of the realms going back for thousands of years, so far that no one truly could tell you when the tradition had begun. It started out as a friendly gesture- breaking...

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“Eureka” by Calen Cross

Submitted to Contest #100

I had been in my lab for months. My food, sleeping arrangements, clothing even, had been arranged beforehand so that I could dedicate myself to one thing- the study of alchemy. Turning lead into gold had been my original plan, but I found out through study, one can purify oneself and that transformation of oneself was the key to transforming anything else. It started with the gathering. It is important to find the purest, most essential supplies and materials that one can, for purity is of utmost importance. As I studied the ma...

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“Providence” by Calen Cross

Submitted to Contest #99

It’s hard to find peace at the end of the day, staring down a sunset that, unlike most days, was a bright pink rather than a pale, waning yellow. But today, as I watched the sun drop below the horizon, I knew that nothing was going to be the same. The day started off the same as most do, before sunrise, arising to an aching back, sore arms and scabbing wounds on my hands. I tended my very small plot of plants that gave the rumble in my stomach some ease, some water for my parched mouth, some water on this summer day for my parched cr...

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