Casey Plazola

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

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13 Stories

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“Car Radio” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #294

The silence is deafening. Finley stares at the empty slot where the radio should be. The hole in the center console mocks him. The engine roars and jumps to life. Finley laughs at the power and presses the gas pedal. The engine responds and races down the street. He sighs and shrugs off the silence. At least it’s a nice car, he thinks to himself. Finley grips the steering wheel tighter and continues to drive. He’s never driven a convertible before.  The large amount of snacks sits in the passenger seat. Three bags of chips, several cand...

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“The Space Train” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #293

There was a train station on the moon. Cyrus looked at the sheet of paper in his hands. It had a golden tint to it and the words, ‘One Way,’ written in bold print. There was an intricate border and the date; March fourteenth, three thousand and five. Cyrus glanced at this watch, the time hovered just above the face. Two twenty-five. The train was late leaving the station. Cyrus tapped his foot in annoyance. Cyrus wasn’t sure why he was so impatient. He had nowhere to go.  He stared out the window at the aftermath of Earth and took in a ...

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“Run from The Reaper” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #291

Remus could feel the icy breath of the reaper down his neck. He ran faster, kicking his heavy legs into long strides and pushed himself forward. He pumped his arms, nearly digging his elbows into his rib cage. His footprints set deep in the clay of the Earth. Sweat fell down his brow like rivers. His lungs reeled inside his chest.  “I will find you,” he heard the hiss of the reaper echo off the trees. “Run all you like.” Remus slapped his feet hard on the ground to drown out the threat.  Remus ran, darting through trees and boundin...

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“The Upgrade” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #290

I could hear the pen scrapping on the clipboard. “We just need to run a few more tests before we start.” The doctor sat down on a stool in front of me and held out a piece of paper with an ink stain. “What do you see?” “I don’t know,” I said, worried I would answer wrong. The doctor waited patiently for an answer. “A butterfly?”  “You sound unsure,” the doctor said. “Remove yourself from your emotions and answer again.”  I looked at the inkblot and reaffirmed my answer. The next few went easier. I answered faster and more confident...

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“<Hey Dad.>” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #289

<Hey, dad. It’s me again.> The words appeared on the screen as my thumbs moved over the keyboard. I sighed and continued typing. <School’s going great, straight A’s; like always. I have finals coming up though, so I’m going to study at a friend’s house tonight. Was just thinking of you. Miss you.> I sent the message and set my phone down. I grabbed my science book from my desk and stuffed it into my already full backpack. I swung the bag over my shoulder and grunted.  “This thing weighs a ton,” I told myself. I grabbed m...

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“Dinner on Top of the Stairs. ” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #288

Dad came home drunk again. The door swung open and slammed against the wall. He stumbled in and kicked off his boots. He hiccuped loudly and burped. Mom sighed and rose from the dinner table. “Really, Scott?” she said. She closed the door behind him. “Did you drive?”  Dad didn’t reply. Instead, he smiled widely at her. He staggered and struggled to stay still. “Oh honey, I’m, I’m so…glad to see you. Give me a kiss.” He slurred his words and puckered for a kiss. Instead, he got a slap. Mom looked outside and shouted.  “The car is in...

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“Mother's Stories” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #284

I sat at the base of the tree with my legs crossed. The flashing lights flooded the room with reds and greens. Tinsel wrapped around the branches. I studied every ornament and relived the memory slowly in my head.  Popsicle sticks glued into a triangle with a small pom pom on the top. Sloppy green paint coated the entire thing. I was seven when I made it. A framed photo of me and my older sister, Wendy, with Santa. 1990.  A glittery pine cone from kindergarten. A hand print from my first Christmas.  I haven’t made an ornament ...

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“Real Boy” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #277

At first, I was disappointed with the magic. I felt no change. Nothing different. For a moment, I believed she failed on her promise. That she lied and I would stay the way I was out of spite. All of a sudden, there was this warm sensation throughout my body. As if my body was numb from sleep and finally waking up. Then, the overwhelming pain. It tingled like a million splinters, popping at once. She never warned me how much it would actually hurt. My chest heaved and my hands reached for my throat. “Breathe,” I heard the blue fairy say, I g...

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“The Wolf and the Hound” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #272

I was more of a cat person, but I found the stray dog comforting. It also helped that he could talk to me.  “So how was last night?” he asked me.  “Rough. I have a pounding headache. I couldn’t find the alpha anywhere.” I dragged my feet, not sure where I was going. I had plans to camp but after the attack, I lost interest in the outdoors.  I looked down at the brown and white dog. His paws happily jogged alongside my long strides. He was panting with his tongue out to the side. He had a brown spot over his left eye and a brow...

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“Accidental ” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #271

“Have we met before?” His ocean blue eyes pierced through mine. He flashed a cocky smile and tilted his head to the left. “Because I swear I’ve seen you in my dreams.” I rolled my eyes and scoffed at his attempt to gain my attention. I’ve been single for two years and I still wasn’t used to being hit on. I turned away slightly and tried to hide my smile behind my drink. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I eyed my admirer. He was tall with beach blonde hair combed back and to the right. His shirt was tight against his muscles. He had a go...

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“Thunder” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #267

Mother Nature was in a foul mood. The sky, pitch black, rumbled and roared with intention. Streaks of light flashed across the sky and filled the air with electricity. The wind had a low growl as it tossed between the trees. It was a downpour.  I struggled with the house key as I balanced a bag of groceries in my other hand.  I turned the knob and quickly closed the door behind me. I dropped the keys and bent over to pick them up. I hesitated when I saw the red heart chain attached to the keys. It was a gift that I had tortured mys...

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“Writer's Block” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #266

“You are the dullest man that I have ever met,” he said with a flamboyant shrill. He was tall in my doorway. His curlers, wrapped tightly around his black hair, nearly touched the top of the frame. He had his arms crossed in an accusatory way with a condescending look on his face. His chocolate skin was smooth and his fuzzy pink robe pulled against his muscles. He had matching pink slippers, a size thirteen. He had a square, leather backpack; the straps tight around his shoulders.  “Come on honey,” he smacked his lips at me, “We got wor...

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“Wedding Vows” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #264

Greggory Thomas was a moderately happy man. He had a decent job, which he hated; a cheap car without any mechanical issues, a balding spot on the top of his head and a gut which hung lower than he felt was needed. Most importantly, he had a bride-to-be who was just as moderately happy as he was. His life was good and he was a good, yet boring man.  Monica Krill was a liar. They had been together for three years and two months to the day. They met online, then again for coffee. Since the second date, they couldn’t keep their hands off ea...

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