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Calvin Belton

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Give Us A Decade and We'll Be Fine

Submitted to Contest #62

The water was churned up from the boat passing, their balance faltering for a moment until a hand steeled them. Mason’s hand, his other still clutching the rock beside him, a face crisp and focused in displaced worry. Tatum just grinned back, picking their feet up lightly as they maneuvered themselves closer to shore. “Do you think it’s safe?”, they had asked, “To like- swim here?” “Umm, short term? Maybe you’d cut your feet up on some old machinery or get caught up i...

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If our planet's insignificant, what's the hope for us?

Submitted to Contest #59

Emerson knows they’re not special, but sometimes it’s scary just how boring they are. Maybe it’s because they’ve just moved to this city. Why everything seems so full, and yet so empty at the same time. They moved for work- 'thank you very much'. Every time they mentioned moving, people always assumed it was because they were young and craved adventure. Fuck adventure, it certainly wouldn’t pay their bills. No, they went to the state school that gave them money, went to the company th...

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Waiting on Test Results

Submitted to Contest #58

I’m drunk and probably have COVID, so chances are I am not going to my internship tomorrow. The test results haven't come in yet, but my throat is sore, and I keep puking and everything aches. Not just when I’m drunk, other times as well. And only one of those times was when I was having a panic attack, so I am almost certain I’m actually ill. Plus, one of my roommates has it. COVID, that is. I can hear him coughing from downst...

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A Will for the Apocalypse

Submitted to Contest #57

The Last Will and Testament: Before we move any further, I should inform you that if there’s anything else you wish to complete, go do so immediately. You won’t have much time left. Taste every breathe, scream all the air out and bring it back in again, feel whatever life you can before it’s drained out of you. Try to reach a piece of peace. Tell others the truths you've been secreting.I am not sure of the exact timing of it all- or even the exact cause of it.&nb...

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It's three in the morning

Submitted to Contest #56

It’s three in the morning and she's in the library. She tells herself these are the only things she knows. But, she also knows that's not the full truth. ~ If she truly wanted to know more, she’s sure she could drift through here, succumb to all the knowledge around her. She could bask in the prose and literature, drink it up, gulping it down into her empty stomach. She’s so sure, and it would be so simple. Yet, her movements are futile. She is in the library and it is three in the morning. ~It’s three...

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Henry and Victor

Submitted to Contest #55

Henry always argued that writing endings was supercilious, “-as if any story is one that properly ends. Just stop on a half-decent sentence and people will call you an artistic genius,” he would blither about it for ages anytime Victor brought it up, half-drunk in the crimson heat. Victor suspected it was just because Henry was shit at writing them. Those weren’t their real names of course; real as in social-security, birth certificate, government document names he means. Real in terms o...

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Inadequate Epilogues

Submitted to Contest #54

Sometimes people will change you and then leave. It’s not cruelty, it’s nature. They’re become too linked to a person that no longer exists. Every moment you spend afterward is just part of the mourning process. Course, they're always idiots that struggle against this instinct. Because they are idiots, they don't know quite the word for themselves, but if you looked it up in the dictionary, James and David's photographs would be displayed below it. There are two fam...

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It's just like high school again, really-

Submitted to Contest #53

The two of them speak in static-filled phone calls, horny text messages, and poems sent through email deep into the night. Made in voice-memo of course, since you aren’t supposed to write during Shabbat. Eddie still doesn’t know if this was going to work out in the end. Granted, his last boyfriend broke up with him on Christmas Day over text, so he might just have trust issues. Jules says the dating started in January, a ...

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Spectral Future

Submitted to Contest #52

That turn of phrase used to confuse her incessantly, “looked like you’ve seen a ghost”, as if ghosts were real. That was when she was a child, before she understood that not everything other people said was literal; that it just meant being scared of something from your past. It was before she understood a lot of things. She’d been here, her hometown, for - a good while at the very least. Since “it” had happened time had become difficult to ...

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