Chris Redd

“Sakura” by Chris Redd

Submitted to Contest #191

Cherry BlossomJust on the edge of the city, there is Sanji, a quaint little flower shop. The shopkeeper there is a quiet little soul with a bundt hairstyle who’s also a virtuoso with flowers. Kenzo Takahashi stood cluelessly in front of a sea of bouquets, as the shopkeeper relentlessly buzzed around him, primping each arrangement. They played hide and seek with each other for about fifteen minutes. Dissatisfied, Kenzo just shook and scratched his head. “I see you like my hydrangeas.” said the shopkeeper...

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“The lazy hound.” by Chris Redd

“Speak now”The lazy dog lay sprawled out on the side of the road each morning waiting for the quick brown fox. At sunrise, the hound’s slow eye scrolled the landscape for the first sign of the quick fox. “There’s no fox,” thought the dog. “Just a few more hours of sleep.”The quick fox waited in the hedges near where the lazy dog, who hardly ever moved, was. “He’ll never find me,” said the fox to himself. “I’ll scurry past as I always do.” The lazy dog’s maw opened widely letting out a yawn. In a few hour...

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“That cat!” by Chris Redd

The lazy cat eyed the lasagna. It had been licking its lips for the past hour as the smell of melted cheddar had wafted through the kitchen.  “My dinner.” I said, as I carefully lifted the dish from the oven, “but of course I will give you some.”The phone rang, and I shoved it into the crook of my neck cradling my ear.“Yes, I am making dinner, Addison,” I said pulling the oven mitts away from the cookware as I set it on the stove. “What kind of cheese?”“Cheddar.”“How much chedd...

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“Tick Tock” by Chris Redd

"four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent... four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent... four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent... four score and seven years ago. Our fore...

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“Redacted” by Chris Redd

"I'm going to need that back, Brent."" I develop a lot of "You know I can't do that."Four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent... four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent... four score and seven years ago. Ou...

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“Platonic” by Chris Redd

four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent...four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent...four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent...four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent...four score and seven years ago. Our forefathers brought forth on this continent...four score and...

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“Wednesday's Baby” by Chris Redd

"So what happened?""I tossed it back to him.""Let me get this straight. You get a home run, from Babe Ruth, and you'se just toss it back to him?""Yeah, why?""She ain't covering no more of the world series.""Sit."

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“Cane's Algorithm” by Chris Redd

“It’s a fine machine. Named it yet?”“I call HIM the artificial biomechanical learning entity. A.B.L.E for short”“What does ABLE do?” Slater asked.“Whatever I want,” Able responded, in Kane’s voice.

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“The Peacemaker” by Chris Redd

Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years ago. Fourscore and seven years a...

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“Transcendent” by Chris Redd

"It’s different," Melody said, rotating the crisp manila envelope over on its back.Gramps wasn't amused.“Well, aren't you going to open it?""What is it?" Melody asked, peeling back the lip and peeking inside.“I guess I could use a good placemat.” Melody chuckled.“It’s special. They don’t make ‘em like they used to anymore." “That’s the problem with kids these days, never have good taste,." Grandps muttered as he got back in the truck."What's special about it?"<...

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“The Rift” by Chris Redd

What started it, doesn’t matter. What matters is that it happened five years ago, to the exact day. "I"Not today you’re not. A hushed sigh in the meeting.

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“I am Sabastian Rhodes” by Chris Redd

Submitted to Contest #141

At 1 am, you’re your biggest critic, everyone else is normally asleep.  The night air is balmy, thick with the scent of fresh rain. Neon lights, along deserted streets, are cathartic as I venture to a little donut shop named Earls, which is the only place open. It’s nostalgia; food for my soul. Earl’s atmosphere is a mixture of a thousand pounds of grease and sugar and lots of it. You only live once. Please don’t tell my cardiologist. Earl is standing over a bubbling pot of oil with a dingy rag thrown over hi...

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