Chris Wagner

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (56)

56 Stories

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“Old Goksar” by Chris Wagner

Goksar and I knelt on prayer rugs beside each other on the cliff behind Bencap's Takofuea, watching Kaybok (class G1V star), rise above the ocean. Behind us, at the Takofuea proper, male and female monks bowed before a ziggurat-like structure, chanting prayers and singing to their god, Ponai. The sky purple sky reflected the deep burgundy ocean water. I'd become fluent enough in Wava to ask for the inform...

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“HR” by Chris Wagner

My alarm clock screeched at me at 6:10 AM. When I reached up and stabbed the snooze button, a green hand fumbled for the off switch, and the clock fell from the headboard. "Good morning, Mr. Recruiter," purred my flat chested sleeping companion. "Think you can convince other humans to leave their home now?...Or do you need another reminder?" I groaned and sat up, pulled the clock ...

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“Curse of the Owl Clan” by Chris Wagner

Within our shared tipi, my bride lay with swollen stomach on furs. A strong fire blazed beside her. Draped in loincloth and feathered shawl of the owl clan, her honey colored flesh still inflamed my loins. Winter had descended, the cold wind taking its icy bite into me whenever I neared the mouth of the tent, but perspiration beaded on my woman's skin. Lelvep stretched herself out on the pelts and moaned...

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“Fife” by Chris Wagner

By far, the most unusual bird I had ever seen. On Christmas day, it arrived on my doorstep in a wood and hammered tin box, the ornate patterns of puncture holes serving to keep the creature alive during transport, though with the twenty degree wind chill outside, just barely. It hadn't been a white Christmas, just a damn cold one. The biting wind tossed fallen leaves on my gray front stoop...

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“Switch” by Chris Wagner

Clad in a full French maid's outfit, I pulled a tray of cookies out of the small oven in our loft. Love makes you do strange things.  "Just one more batch to go, mademoiselle...or should I say monsieur?" My girlfriend had taken to literally wearing the pants in our relationship, so the question seemed appropriate.  Ashley kissed me on the lips, playfully fluffing my layered skirt....

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“Mephibosheth” by Chris Wagner

Armed with a tin of homemade cookies, I grabbed an iron knocker, rapping on the huge oaken doors of my employer's sprawling Victorian. Nothing. I scowled at the coffered door panels. You couldn't see a thing inside. I rang the doorbell. The sun had sunk below the horizon. Although the temperature wasn't that low, the wind was ice cold. I pulled my coat tight around my body....

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“Squirrel Woman's Mistake” by Chris Wagner

It hadn't been Squirrel Woman's intention to unzip her Lycra costume for supervillain Quentin Madcap, but there I was, waking with my bare flesh pressed up against his warm body, in a very intimate way. Quentin's not that bad looking. That's actually kind of the problem.  As typical for a bad guy, he favored building his mind instead of bulking up, yet his muscles hadn't been neglect...

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“The Count” by Chris Wagner

Ashley and I had just won a game show, and were on our way to fetch the prize money when we heard a scream. Someone in the neighboring studio had just uncovered a dead body. The victim: A contestant from a cooking show called Shadow Chef. African American, female, overweight. The body had been completely drained of blood. I spotted two small puncture wounds in the neck. She had been wearing a cross, b...

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“Cosplay” by Chris Wagner

Sarah had the most lovely, glittering green eyes, and golden brown hair that looked wonderful no matter how she styled it. Everything about her face was cute, the button nose, the mousy ears, I even liked the buckteeth she flashed when I made her smile. Good looking figure, pleasantly plump but not fat - the only thing that bothered me were the long turtlenecks and baggy pants.  She wore t...

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“Don't Eat The Roast” by Chris Wagner

Things got a little...strange for my family after mom left. Dad's a pastor, mom...decided she didn't like religion, ran off with a `bad boy,' ended up having his kid. Dad, well...he got married to Bonbon. The woman clearly came from outer space. Her nose and mouth made me think of that eighties Beauty and the Beast TV show, a kind of freakish animal harelip and muz...

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“Lyuntaaz” by Chris Wagner

If a space alien proposes to you, I wouldn't recommend saying yes. The long distance puts a strain on everything. I have to take three months off work just to be with family on earth during the holiday season, and most of that gets spent in lonely transit across the galaxy. I don't get to see my family much outside of those times, except by means of long range video transmissions we beam through satellite...

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“Out of Ideas” by Chris Wagner

No one ever had difficulty describing The Idea Bank. The bastards always had a corner on the market of detail and substance, at the expense of the surrounding neighborhood. It didn't even matter that they ripped off the layout from an episode of The Flash. They had all the ideas, we didn't, and they wanted to keep it that way. As long as big shots like James Cameron and the guys from Shark Tank came in ...

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“Red Shift” by Chris Wagner

The central set for the game show looked like Mission Control with joysticks and rumble seats, banks of monitors displaying demo screens for just about every video game you can think of. Fog machines gave ambiance, console lights flickered and flashed, big speakers filled the air with explosions, whooping alien spacecraft noises and laser blasts, crystals and vaguely alien machinery props lighting up to punctuate the noi...

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“The Subrogators” by Chris Wagner

We strolled through a tent that smelled of naphthalene and skunk. The merchant burned fruity incense that reminded me of the chemicals they put in electronic component packaging. A variety of nonhuman creatures walked in and out of the establishment, purchasing armless turtlenecks, pants with three or four legs, jackets that allowed for wings. My hairless green girlfriend handed me what amounted to a leat...

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“Going Solo” by Chris Wagner

The stadium had finally quieted down, the majority of the fans out in the parking lot, trying to navigate post concert gridlock. The smells of beer and pot from the crowd, though, lingered on.  All the bright stage lights, essentially large, fancy looking heat lamps, had been darkened, making things a little more comfortable. Little known fact: There are practical reasons why rockers wear tank tops and ba...

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See more of my fiction and artwork at: https://kayboksystem.wordpress.com/

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