Chris Manta

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“That Was Unreal” by Chris Manta

Submitted to Contest #51

The last customer in the bank, a little old woman cashing her social security check, was just finishing up as Captian Omega Asteroid strolled up to the security desk. “Bah,” she complained under her breath as she shuffled out, “these new-fangled heroes- all pomp and no substance. Back in my day, it meant something to wear a cape.” And pomp was right. Captain Omega Asteroid, known informally as “the Captian”, cut quite the figure. He was seven feet tall, covered in rippling muscles, and equipped with a set of pearly whites that looked ...

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“Keep Those Keys Movin'” by Chris Manta

Submitted to Contest #26

It was just after dawn when the shooting started, and Edgar Brones hadn’t even finished his rabbit stew. “Oh fiddle!” The lanky American yelled before he flung his arms through the straps of his backpack, slammed his helmet on his head, and downed the last of his stew. It was still warm, one of the privates had picked off a rabbit and cooked it up for them around midnight. The smoldering coals had kept the stew warm for the men during the chilling night on the French countryside, which did improve morale. Morale was in short supply, wh...

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“The Last Tear of the Samurai” by Chris Manta

Submitted to Contest #14

There is an ancient Japanese legend about a mighty samurai’s four tears. It was unusual for a samurai, normally so composed and formal, to cry. However, a wealthy trickster made a deal with the samurai. If he cried four tears before he turned fifty, the samurai would become his servant forever. If the samurai didn’t cry, the trickster would give him one half of all he owned. So the bet was made. At first, the samurai couldn’t help but cry. The first tear was shed when his parents died. The second was shed when he lost his brother in a battle...

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“Darkfin” by Chris Manta

Submitted to Contest #8

“Ugh, cold water is the worst.” Maybe you’ve had this thought before. You’re trying to slip into a pool, or maybe you are trying to work up the courage to go down the water slide. And then you feel it. The unmistakable chill of icy knives of pain, they shoot right up your feet. Blake Darkfin had been diving for a long time, and he still wasn’t used to it. You will put up with a lot for twenty million dollars though. That’s how much he was diving for. “Bloody jerks better have gotten my bank account number right.” Blake cursed inwardly. He wa...

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