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Cameron Hoormann

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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There's a Grizzly on the Plane

Cameron Hoormann

Submitted to Contest #293

People are shuffling down the aisle of the plane, scooting one step at a time, shoving things in the overhead compartment, elbowing and kneeing each other as they throw themselves down into their seats. The flight attendants are smiling brightly and saying, “Good morning, good morning, good morning,” to each passenger in turn as they enter the plane. The captain is there with them. I take a good look at him. I know this guy. Kind of a wimp. That’s why I knew this was the right flight. I think his name is Cameron. When I press the barrel of ...

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SPIN SPIN SPIN

Cameron Hoormann

Submitted to Contest #291

Just one more dollar. Just put the dollar in the machine and press the button. I'll get it this time. OK, this next dollar will do it. This is the one. Another. Another. The slot machine flashes, it sings, it pulls my face closer to the screen. The three digital reels spin and stop, with BAR, cherry, 7, WILD, horseshoe, bell, grapes, club, diamond. All pretty and sweet but nothing on the payline. I slip another dollar in the slot and press the big orange button. My last dollar. The reels spin and spin and the lights around the machine ...

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The Black Balloon

Cameron Hoormann

Submitted to Contest #288

"Dad, why do we have to eat corn flakes every morning?" "It's good for you, son! Ha ha ha!" Dad took a big spoonful into his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed. He smiled his satisfaction and a weak leak of milk dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. Brown, chunky corn flakes. The milk sweetens them a little, but they're just so bland and joyless, but you wouldn't know that by the way dad scarfed it down grinning like an idiot. "Come on, son, we're gonna be late." He brought the bowl to his mouth and tilted his head back and slurped...

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Why Are There Five Little Gravestones In Your Backyard?

Cameron Hoormann

Submitted to Contest #259

Tully Tacklebeth never could keep her big nose out of other people’s business. A big crooked thing that jutted out from her face like a rock formation off a sheer cliff. She’d tilt her head back and look down that nose when she was being nosy. “Where are you going, what is that, who are you,” she would ask and pepper and prod. She always had to get to the bottom of things. And if there was one thing she hated, it was a mystery. She had no time to be left in the dark, she needed to move on and stick her nose in some other business so she alwa...

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Baseball Hero

Cameron Hoormann

Submitted to Contest #256

This used to be his home, but now he was terrified to be here. From the safety of the dugout he looked out at the stands and saw the gathered crowd heaving and lurching like a restless blob. They were so close he could feel their hot breath on his face and their hands around his neck. The blob threatened to swallow him whole and digest him with burning acid in a deep dark place. It wasn't that long ago that this same gathered mass would have cheered his name and applauded his excellent play. This was his first game back, on a new team, after...

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The Thunder Chopper

Cameron Hoormann

Submitted to Contest #253

I heard the Thunder Chopper roaring down the road. The motor's guttural scream made Caleb sit up and start barking. "Quiet," I tell him. He whimpered but barked no more. I knew I had a few minutes before Greg would be here. You always heard the Chopper before you saw it. I put down my book and grabbed my gun. Across the sun-beaten plain I saw the black flash of machine and rider carving up the road, snaking around turns and rocketing down straightaways. All the while the motor's sound got louder as it got closer. I built that bike. I to...

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