Chandler Wilson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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“Stiletto Skyler” by Chandler Wilson

The reflection from the satin brass light reflected in her aqua blue eyes as she stood gazing at the fourteen by twenty-eight inch painting. Her long blond hair, like waves of satin, wrapped to one side. It flowed across her left breast like a soft bubbling brook of gold. Are those my legs? She thought, as she reminisced of the day she’d sat while Tommy lay on his stomach, as he sketched. She giggled to herself. Remembering how she’d surprised him with her Sharon Stone leg crossing stunt wearing no panties, of course. “Ex...

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“My Younger Self” by Chandler Wilson

“We’re running out of time,” Detective Brighten said, releasing a heavy sigh. “If that girl’s alive after 48 hours, I’ll be surprised. Whoever took her has a gun.” Squatting down. He pointed to an unspent nine millimeter bullet on the ground. His partner stared at it lying alongside a small puddle of blood. At nearly midnight, just off campus. A florescent light flickered over the dryers in the laundry center. Not much happens on a Thursday night in San Marcus. Corey and his buddy Liam sat playing cards at a little wooden table in...

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“Neither Hogmanay Nor Heaven” by Chandler Wilson

Scotland's New Year's Eve celebration, Hogmanay, in Edinburgh, is truly a memorable event, one that always includes plenty of alcohol and even more mischief. Marcus Belton, a 28-year-old American, is having the time of his life. He's been dancing with everyone. The crowd danced and held their hands high in the air. Music blared from speakers all around the courtyard. All there moved to the beat. A thunderous burst of cheering broke out when men started lifting their kilts at the stroke of midnight. All those dressed in kilts forme...

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“Delayed Exposure” by Chandler Wilson

Carol Hawkins and her eleven-year-old son, Todd, sat enjoying dinner at their Houston home, on a hot, muggy, July night in 1991. The neighborhood in the northwest suburbs was peaceful, with only the sound of katydids and a dog barking in the distance. Someone knocked at the front door just after seven.Carol answered it by slightly cracking open the door. She peered through at a stranger in a bright yellow clown costume and a blue curly wig. The clown’s face was painted white with a big red smile. The clown extended a hand and ...

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“Oliver's Twist of Fate” by Chandler Wilson

Oliver Barker, a 27-year-old lawyer, sat on a bench in front of the Austin Public Library eating a day-old donut. He'd done most of his studying for the Bar Exam at the library. Only two days earlier, without much fanfare, he’d been sworn in as a Texas lawyer. He took today off to search for his first job as an attorney. So far, the day hadn’t gone quite like he’d hoped. But no matter what, he was a bar-certified Texas Attorney. That feeling of accomplishment stuck with him. Neither his brothers nor his mother were present at his ...

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“Eight-Ball Oracle” by Chandler Wilson

[Warning contains profanity] Close to midnight in the lobby of the law firm of Malone and Perkins, on a hot-muggy Austin night. “How could you?” screamed Todd Malone, a 45-year-old attorney. His eyebrows straight, lips pursed. He drew short rapid breaths. “You fucking bastard, admit you killed my brother!” He yelled with spittle flying from the corners of his mouth. Sweaty creases ran across his furrowed brow. His breath was pungent with alcohol. He squeezed a gun in his trembling right hand. In his left, he held a magic eight-ball, so ti...

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“A Scapegoat's Tale” by Chandler Wilson

[Warning Contains Profanity] “You have HR on the phone? Oh, hell no. You’re not going to fire me. I have a plan, I quit!” Jeremy Meyers shouted, with spittle flying from the corner of his mouth. He spun around and started toward his boss's door. He stopped cold in the doorway and whirled back around. “You know, you’re one ugly-ass bitch. You’ve been after me since the day we met.” He turned his back to her, and slammed the door. The glass wall shook. Heads in the bullpen popped up like prairie dogs and then ducked back down.Shelia ...

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Author bio

Life’s too short to have regrets. I hope to someday write something worth reading, If you'd like to connect, you can reach me at chandler.wilson@mail.com