Chris Buono

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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64 Stories

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“Abandonment ” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #79

       Danny and I were more than friends. We were cousins, bonded by blood. The son of my father’s brother.              Being separated by only six months- him having the edge- the two of us were inseparable. From playing war in elementary school to violent video games in middle school, to smoking pot out of a water bottle as high schoolers, then getting drunk and chasing women at bars as young adults. The problem was, I had learned to calm...

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“Radio Shock Waves” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #78

       Sam’s eyes glued to her as if in a trance. He more or less was, if he were being honest with himself. Walking from his apartment to check the communal P. O. Box stand, he had just sighted an angel of a woman. Brown eyes so dark they were almost black behind thick-rimmed glasses and a plain white t-shirt that hugged the body flatteringly. Her flowing black hair was sloppily put up so that rivulets were picked up and flew in the wind. She wore a pair of black yoga pants. It was the hip sway that entran...

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“Nuclear Winter” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #77

      The nuclear winter had been happening for the last four years. It came right after the nuclear summer that lasted for about two years, from right after the bombs dropped until the winter came. I could feel the winds picking up as the already frigid temperature dropped. Tufts of snow were caught in a breeze to fly around for a moment before falling back amongst the other flakes. I noticed that the sky was getting darker and darker with each moment. I needed to find a shelter quickly.    ...

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“Old Life for a New One” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #75

       The dive bar is cold inside and smells of cheap liquor embedded into ancient floorboards and stale cigarettes of years past. The barflies all carry dour looks on their faces, dressed in cheap apparel. No one looks at me as I, a young man of twenty-three, nervously walk toward the back. They may as well be trapped in here- their own purgatory of drunken loneliness.              My footsteps almost echo off the stained wood and brick wal...

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“The First Ten Seconds” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #74

          The first ten seconds of the New Year are the happiest moment for most people. The one sliver of time for the next 31535090 seconds that it takes for the earth to make a full rotation around the sun. For just that quick piece of the night, nothing else matters except for a new beginning. As soon as the time hits 0 and the ball reaches the base, the roar begins.             Most will tell themselves that Christmas is the bes...

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“My Best Friend Gave to Me...” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #73

      Oh no.        I can feel it settling in. My head starts pounding as millions of negative thoughts flow through my head like trout in a river. My breathing grows increasingly harder as I try to focus on inhaling through the nose, exhaling through the mouth. My hands are shaking with the ferocity of a city-destroying earthquake. A cold sweat breaks out on my forehead.        I fall to my bed as my limbs take on too much weight. My bones re...

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“Emerald Eyes on the Battlefield” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #72

          The battle stopped for just a moment. The world stood still. It could have been half a second or a lifetime, I couldn’t tell the difference. She was beautiful.        Another soldier tackles me into a ditch right as an explosion fills the air with orange light and harsh sound. Sand cakes us. He’s yelling at me about something, but I don’t hear anything more than a hum. I want to gaze at her again.        Rifle hel...

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“Too Late” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #72

      “Hey, O’Brien,” Detective Schwartzman pipes up on the ride to the murder scene, “If you could go back in time to anything, where would you go?” He paused for a moment to take a drag of his unfiltered cigarette, “When would you go? I should say.”        Plainclothesman O’Brien didn’t answer his partner’s ridiculous question. Why was Schwartzman always asking ridiculous questions about time travel? The older detective kept his eyes on the road, he was attempting to foc...

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“Unholy Christmas Cookies” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #71

       The Olde One. The wicked leader of all things dark and unholy. The Chosen One who would lead the forces of darkness and evil to bring down all goodness in the world. The ancient supreme being from another realm who- according to unholy scripture- would burn down the churches, terminate the Vatican, and abolish all the governments of the world. There was only one way to bring the Olde One out from the depths of the wretched caves he lived in.          ...

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“Family Business ” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #69

       “You wanted to see me, Uncle Tommy,” Peter said as he walked into the office. Don Tom Buono smiled, the kid looked just like his old man- Tom’s best friend at one point.              “Pete,” the old man said, he greeted the young man with a hug accompanied by an envelope slipped into Peter’s jacket pocket. “Have a seat, young man.” The don took his chair behind the great mahogany desk stacked with papers between old photographs of frie...

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“The Getaway” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #68

           The door was waiting for him. Already open for a quick entrance into the inconspicuous car. Tony ran as fast as he could, chucking the duffle bags full of money into the back as he more or less dove into the passenger seat.        “Drive!” Tony screamed at Jackie, “Drive, goddamn it- drive!”        Jackie Scaletta did not need to be told. Before Tony had even entered the vehicle, he had popped the clutc...

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“Memories” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #68

I love you,” Jenny whispered into his ear. It was not the first time Ryan had heard her say it, but the phrase still sent fireworks throughout his body.       “I love you too,” he told her back as he turned his face to kiss the girl slowly.       The couple had been out all night, walking the woods after a party that had taken place for the last day of school. High school seniors giving one last “hurrah” before going their separate ways to college or the workforce. Ryan an...

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“Captain Trowley's Treasure” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #67

”Brace for impact!” Captain Trowley shouts at the top of his lungs. The giant, grey mass emerges from the water with a vile hissssss. It looks like a cross between a snake and a dragon if either had spent the last century away from sunlight.        The small wooden ship rocks as the creature opens its mouth to spew jets of water at us from the back of its throat. A few crewmates are knocked off of the deck and they don’t emerge back to the surface.        “Man th...

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“The Duel” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #66

         "It doesn’t count if you are already planning your defeat,” the haggard voice said from beneath the dark hood of the riding cloak. “You know you cannot win, leave while you have the chance.”        Just then, a wall of fire erupted around the two figures, separating them from their respective teams. Sonny DeForza knew that there was a skirmish happening outside this wall of flames, but for now, it was just him and the Dark Lord, Gothica. The rest of the ...

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“Coven” by Chris Buono

Submitted to Contest #65

       Mary walked past the houses with carved pumpkins and fake ghosts in their yards. Past trick-or-treaters and parents telling their kids to not run too far ahead as the children grew excited with the rush of sugar and the hopes for more. The world had that amber glow of the low sun reflecting off the fiery-colored leaves in the trees and on the grounds.        “Oh! I love your costume, hun,” A middle-aged suburban woman told Mary, breaking her line of thought. “You ma...

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