Chandler Wilson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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“Wizard of the Lost” by Chandler Wilson

The moment Jake stepped off the trail and onto the narrow path, he felt a sense of foreboding. His brother, Simon, close behind, laid his hands on Jake’s backpack. Drawing short, quick breaths, his dark brown eyes like saucers as he glanced about with uncertainty. The thunderhead in the distance was reshaping in slow motion. The encroaching storm ate up the color of the horizon, more ominous with every passing second. The full moon cast long shadows across the way ahead. Overhead, a malignant sky becoming darker by the minute....

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“Red Shoes Unshackled” by Chandler Wilson

The light from above, radiant like a spotlight, illuminated flecks of dust floating in the air around Aaron. He knelt with his head resting on the back of his hands. The room was still, damp, and reeked of mildew and urine. Slumped over, he realized he was shackled to the floor in the center of a dark, round room.  The hard surface was like ice to his aching knees. Glancing up, he was temporarily blinded. Quickly shutting his eyes, he dropped his head. His chestnut brown hair matted with blood fell across his arms. The...

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“Red Shoes Flight 463” by Chandler Wilson

About a half hour into the flight, the plane gave a violent shudder like it had been struck by a horrific blast. The roar from the rip in the triple seven’s fuselage was deafening. With a death grip, Jacob held tight to his armrests. His knuckles were white. The icy wind tugged and whipped all around him. In the torrent, oxygen masked danced and bounced around. As if reaching for dangling sunflowers, passengers desperately grabbed at them. He wanted to scream as loudly as he could, but the noise from the rush of air and the swirli...

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“Meeting Red Shoes” by Chandler Wilson

Seth sped into the closest spot to the gym entrance as rain pelted the hood and windshield of his Chevy Silverado. Lightning lit up a shrouded sky with flashes that flickered from the heavens. Thunder crashed like a massive fist pounding the sky. The dawn was illuminated in a stark blue whiteness. The view from his truck was a blur through the cascading sheets of water. There was one other car in the parking lot. The torrential downpour made it difficult to see, but he thought he recognized it.  Seth struggled with a helicopt...

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“My Friend Charlie” by Chandler Wilson

Nathan Butler, a sandy haired 26-year-old graduate student, laid alone in his bedroom and stared at the ceiling. He glanced over at the clock, it was three a.m., then, looking up, he whispered, “Five nights in a row without sleep.” Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, his hands were clammy. His heart beat kicked up a notch, and his pulse thumped at his temples. His insides quivered as his mind raced.  M...

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“A Prior Life” by Chandler Wilson

Doctor Todd Bischoff smiled as he walked into the hospital room. Alaina Graff, a lovely 28-year-old first time mother, held her baby boy, Jake. The soft glow from the deflected light above the bed put them in an almost angelic aura. Her husband, Ethan, his dark brown eyes filled with their reflection, stood at the side watching over his wife and new son. Glancing from one to the other, he said “Good morning, Mr....

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“In Too Deep” by Chandler Wilson

Joe Freeman, a handsome man in his early forties, and a certified federal building inspector, decided to take the back-road home to Sacramento from Reno. The two-hour drive would take longer, but he needed the time to clear his head. He took his cell from his shirt pocket. There was a message with a direct link to a bank account. He clicked on it and his phone number verified his identity. The money was there. Then he hit the speed dial.The voice on the other end said, “Freeman’s residence.”“Is this the lady of the house?”

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“Captive” by Chandler Wilson

Jake McGinn, an average looking thirty-something guy, panted, his chest heaved and a bead of sweat trickled over his brow. Moonlight poured through a row of hopper windows overhead. He slid onto the basement floor. The concrete wall was like ice against his back. Wearing only his boxers and a tee shirt, he glanced up at the sound of creaking joists. He heard running footsteps above. Then he turned to the door at the top of the stairs. Wiping his forehead, he rubbed his eyes. Just two days ago, he was rushing to catch the Greenville commu...

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“Fiona's Revenge” by Chandler Wilson

Lisa Jenkins, a twenty-two-year-old college student, decided to spend Halloween with her mom at her new house in Granbury, Texas. Unfortunately, the weather grew worrisome throughout the day, but she decided to make the drive from San Marcus anyway. Once there and settled in, she went to bed early and was awakened by a knocking. “Mom, is that you?” she asked, sitting up in bed. The rain pelted against the windows, a flash of lightning lit up the room. The reflection of herself, shown in the dresser mirror. When her mom didn't answer, she ...

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“Dances with Ghouls” by Chandler Wilson

Fractures of white light crawled across the black sky over Immortal Hills Cemetery. The lightning cast a momentary flash of blinding blue over the eerie graveyard. Headstones and tombs were instantly visible. Like long slender tentacles of waving hairy hands, Spanish Moss hung from the live oak trees and oscillated with the wind. The ground trembled with the horrific clap of thunder that followed.In Zachary, Louisiana on a late October, stormy and muggy night, something evil was lurking about. The sound of concrete grin...

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“Stiletto Sky” 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.“Excu...

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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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“Ground Hogmanay” by Chandler Wilson

Bewildered, Marcus Belton, a 28-year-old American, woke to an icy wind on his face, his eyes burned, and his head throbbed. The night before, he was having the time of his life. He'd been dancing with everyone. Jumping and clapping, his hands high in the air. The music was so loud that he could feel the beat. A thunderous burst of cheering when men started lifting their kilts at the stroke of midnight. Scotland's New Year's Eve celebration, Hogmanay, in Edinburgh, is a memorable event, one that always includes plenty of alcoho...

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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 sw...

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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