Charles Dean

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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“Occisoris Angelicus ” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #285

-I remember, boy. I'll always remember that day. –Marcellus turned to see a group of kids sitting before him. The eyes of excitement and curiosity from the children gawking at him with open mouths and wide-open eyes.-What was it, sir? –A young lad saw an old Marcellus. Missing an eye and his left arm. He lifted his gaze to the stars and took a deep breath. He pointed at the night sky at a constellation and said:-An angel. A harbinger of death… -***-Marcellus? Nero? –Asked a man as he walked inside a tent. As he opened it, he saw candlelight ...

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“The genesis of a demon.” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #272

-You must consume, my child. There is no other choice. –Sieglinde stared at her bloody hands as they trembled. She battled against herself and she could feel it. She wished to eat and she knew it. The stench of fresh blood flooded the poorly lit room and her mouth watered as the only coherent thought running through her head was to eat. As a famished mongrel, she turned around and saw the body of her father lying dead behind a broken table.She stood up sauntering towards the corpse, and even though she tried her best to resist the urge and b...

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“Madame Artemis” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #239

-Madame Artemis? - I asked in a gentle tone. -Yes, dear. That's me. - The lady sitting in front of an unfinished painting. She turned around and I was shocked to see that she was blind. -I...You're...- -Blind? Yes, my dear. I am. But even though I cannot see the way you do, I can indeed see. - She smiled at me and said: -Why don't we take this outside, darling? It's a beautiful day, today. - I looked outside the window and saw that a storm was brewing on the horizon and said: -But, madame, there's a storm coming. It's cloudy and it's a bit c...

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“The doom of Saint Lawrence” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #238

As a man of the church, I always thought we were the sole creations of God... How foolish we were.I now know that there are things we cannot comprehend. Things that have no logic. Nightmarish things that defy God. There are things amongst the stars that defy our beliefs and mock the ignorance of our ilk.To whomever finds these writings. My name is Father Thomas Greenwich and this will be…my valediction.We were en route to a monastery in the Pyrenees mountains. The monastery had stopped answering our messages two months ago, so I was sent to ...

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“You're gonna carry that weight.” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #165

You’re gonna carry that weight. I always loved November rain. Its light, gentle and cold touch.I don’t really know why I am thinking about it now but, it somehow brings me some peace of mind. After all…it was a long day. I was run over, chased by the police, oh, and I was shot by my best friend. But; I won’t lie, I deserved that last one.Details might be a bit fuzzy but I think it all started about a year ago.I was a lawyer, working at my friend’s firm. “Robert & Richards”. It's a decent firm downtown New Orleans. I used to have a n...

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“The First Sin.” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #140

"Why do you weep, my child?" Asked a mysterious voice that echoed all around the dark sewer tunnels. Loray stopped crying and opened his eyes, startled by the question. He turned left and right but saw no one, making him wonder if he had lost his sanity. "Why do you weep, my child?" Asked the voice again. Loray looked down and saw a single red eye staring at him from within a puddle of dirty water. The eye seemed to look deep inside his soul and ponder at his depths. Loray jumped away and as he knelt facing away, he placed his hands on his e...

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“The watcher of Weeper's cliff.” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #120

The watcher of Weeper's cliff. “When someone is broken inside, they begin to hear the call…” I remember the first time I heard it. It was around 2 in the morning. I couldn’t sleep and I had no one to talk to. I went for a walk and I sat down next to my favorite tree close to my apartment. I turned left and right, took a deep breath and I broke. I began to cry my heart out for I noticed that I was…alone. Right there, is when I heard it call me for the first time. “Lena…” It said with an eerie voice in a whisper inside my head. As days and w...

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“347.” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #119

347.-Stop. Listen. –Those were the last words of my brother, James. We were sent to investigate a fortress somewhere in Poland. The 4th got word from the Krauts as they ran with their tails between their legs, claiming the men inside the fortress had turned into… “demons.” We all mocked them at first but we should’ve listened…***-Attention! –Called our sergeant as the captain walked in. We all dropped whatever we were doing and stood at the ready.-At ease. –Said Daniel Crawford, captain of 347th company. Mid 50’s maybe. Black hair, short bea...

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“Saint Eden's.” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #115

Saint Eden’s.September 24th, 1949.To be honest, this feels weird but I must try and write. Doctor’s orders.My name is Valentin Bianchi, I am/was a demolition expert for the 301st Airborne back in the States.We are in-route to Saint Eden’s and if you’re wondering, where is that? I don’t know. I know nothing really.What I know is that I was framed for something I didn’t do. See, back home I had some…problems with my C.O. I tried to get rid of him, he did the same but nothing worked until last week. The platoon went out drinking to a bar nearby...

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“The Broken Banker.” by Charles Dean

Submitted to Contest #109

I am cold, hungry and thinking it through, I might jump from a bridge tomorrow. If I wake that is. It has been an awful couple of months I would say. I have been mugged, lost my house, my car, my wife, my kids, my job. I lost everything but well…now I doubt I can lose anything else, right? Right? Sigh. Let me start from the beginning, shall I? My name is Carston Dean, I was a very successful stock seller here in NY. I sold stocks for big companies and…I was good. I was really good. One time I managed to sell $2,000 on stocks and that day, I...

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I honestly don't know how I got here and I have no clue of what am I doing but I try my best. I hope you like something I wrote.