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Carson Craig

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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Remnants of Memory

Carson Craig

Submitted to Contest #99

Here I sit in my 90th year, not recognizing the man I see in the looking glass. I have been told that I should write down the events of my life as they would mark the passing of an age, one filled with wonders and of hardships. You should know that my mind and memory is not what it once was and my body shakes the quill in my hand, so writing isn’t an option. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll dictate, and like our ancestors for generations, pass on the story of my life verbally. As you’re well aware all stories have a beginning, and an end. I can’t...

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Texas Morning

Carson Craig

Submitted to Contest #99

Chapter 1: “At sunrise, the blue sky paints herself with gold colors and joyfully dances to the music of a morning breeze.” -Debasish Mridha“Get up Thomas you’re missing the best part of the day.” Thomas’s eyes, groggy and full of sleep, wearily crack open in the darkness. The old man was accustomed to waking early, seeing how he has been doing it his whole life, only this morning he heard Marianne’s voice waking him. Swinging his long lanky legs over the edge of the bed, he rose, and stumbled his way into the kitchen to ...

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.-- .- -. - . -.. (Wanted)

Carson Craig

Submitted to Contest #98

“.-- .- -. - . -..” The staccato tapping brought Eugene Belgrade, the telegraph operator, out of his daydream. Leaving the shade and comfort of the rocking chair, he made his way inside to his pad of paper and pencil and began to write. “WANTED: Buck Leiter. For Stage Robbery and Murder. REWARD: $2000.00. Last seen heading northwest towards the Llano Estacado.” He responded in acknowledgement and after a brief exchange of the who's, when's, and why's, Eugene ran the note down to the Ector County sheriff's office...

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Windows to the Soul

Carson Craig

Submitted to Contest #97

The sun rises and the sun sets. The rains come and the rains go. Drought and pestilence have come and gone yet I still remain. Five centuries spent deaf, dumb, and blind, gave birth to the twentieth. The Victorian era in which I was born, fancied me to man’s desire. Now it seems their desire's changed. As man's perception changes so does my shape. The Greeks defined beauty as being symmetrical, one side the mirror image of the other, this being but the one constant. With a mix of blues and whites, highlights and shadow, a world starts to app...

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But for the Grace, of Grace

Carson Craig

Submitted to Contest #96

The fog was so thick that I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. My head and the hole in my shoulder was excruciatingly painful. I'd been shot before but not like this, never like this. Sitting in the saddle, with my one good arm and blood oozing down my face, I managed to tie myself tight. I had to get help. I could feel myself slipping, falling, losing my grip. The good book said that death rides a pale horse, or was it a pale rider on a horse and his name was death. I can’t remember anymore; it was so long ago. I have to get help, so...

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