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Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Ears Have Eyes

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #313

The notes came from the dark. Over the course of a few bars, the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E Minor (Op. 64) unfolded against Felix's eardrums as it never had before. Countless times, he had immersed himself in these same vibrations, rehearsing them to death before every performance. In this moment, however, the longitudinal waves emanating from the f-holes of his instrument seemed to propagate through their medium like ripples of fine wine. Air molecules transformed into drips of alcohol and found themselves at the gate of his tympanic...

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Asclepius

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #312

Trigger warning: this story portrays elements of war and active genocide. Asclepius: Welcome, Dr. Isaacs. Please type a message... Mirwan: I'm not Dr. Isaacs. Asclepius: This phone is the property of Dr. Sean Isaacs. Please return it to him immediately. Mirwan: I don't know who he is, or where he is. I can't even tell you if he's still alive. Asclepius: This is unfortunate. Please stop using this device at once until Dr. Isaacs returns. Mirwan: His phone isn't even password-protected, I don't think he has much to hide. Asclepius: This inform...

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Walsh

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #312

"Walsh, wash." Thus, in the dark hours that followed the dazzling opening night of The Rendez-Vous, I received my first command and executed it as instructed. Little did I know at the time my sensors would never get to hear another command over the decade that followed. ********************************** \def execute(audio_command): if audio_command = "Walsh, wash." functions.collect() functions.lock() functions.lather() functions.rinse() functions.dry() else functions.assess() functions.adapt() *********************************** My...

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Messy Missives

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Shortlisted for Contest #254 ⭐️

Hermes's Messy MissiveVolume XII, Issue IIITrojans and Achaeans alike, rejoice!Your boy Hermes is back at it again with another edition of his weekly newsletter. I may be a messenger to the gods, but you know my heart has always been with the hot gossip of folks down below! I'm a messy messenger who lives for drama, after all.Ever since the Aphrodite-Ares-Hephaestus love triangle drama died down eons ago, the tea has been cold up on Mount Olympus. Thankfully, Goddess of Discord Eris has finally brought us the earth-shattering pettiness us go...

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Amour Macabre

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #119

He hovered above the wet clay track, the remnants of his shredded dark robe gliding onto the dirt and rocks. His skeletal feet did not move at all, as if frozen in time amongst the tombs. It was the night before the first snowfall, his last chance to awake them before Persephone retreated for her winter slumber. The grim figure stopped in front of the tallest tree in the graveyard, now bare of any leaf. Its knotty branches reached for the dark clouds covering the night sky as an old man reaches for the heavens before his final breath. Slow...

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Mystery of the Lab

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

“Careful Jake,” said Mr. Langley as he locked the basement door behind him. “The lab is off limits.” “Since when?” replied his twelve-year-old son, who was merely walking by from the kitchen to the living room with a slice of pizza in his hand. “As of tonight.” “Why? What’s in there?” “None of your business.” “But dad…” “Goodnight!” Mr. Langley rushed upstairs without saying another word, as if purposely avoiding the conversation. Father and son could not have been more different. Mr. Langley was a rather small, spectacled ma...

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Confessions Between Dark Figures

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #116

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” “What sin is this, my child?” “I’m afraid I can’t tell you.” This was my first time in twenty years inside a confessional booth. I had no idea who sat in the darkness on the other side of the metal grate, and the idea of speaking about my woes to a pure stranger made my skin crawl. Yet, here I was, a woman in her seventies, desperate to heal myself. “Why is it you can’t tell me?” the dark figure replied. “Have you hurt someone?” “No,” I hastily replied, horrified at the thought of being confu...

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First Night at the Hall

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #116

She had told Mindy in the office her only wish was never to cross paths with me again, but surely she didn’t mean it. The Carla I knew couldn’t be this spiteful. There were many good memories, too many of them to discard: halls filled with concertgoers for whom we played in solidarity; cocktail-fueled afterparties where we laughed on and on; vibrant discussions that revolved around the most brilliant composers, our opinions always perfectly aligned. I refused to believe it, and so I drove on and on in the rain, like a stalker, searching for ...

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For Faculty Only

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #116

“What do you mean, it’s private?” Under normal circumstances, Professor Kline never lost her temper. Unfortunately for the parking clerk, she was running late for her very first symposium at Clark University that day, her alma mater. The consequences of showing up late were potentially disastrous. Surely, she was bound to be a laughingstock among all of her former mentors in the chemistry department. New appointees do not just “skip” on their first symposium. In light of this, her response came out not so much like a mere annoyed complaint...

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From the Cupboard

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #116

“Peter! Have you forgotten about the Green Rule?”The pupil froze on the spot the very second Mrs. Soloway raised her voice, stopping midway between the door and the teacher’s desk as all of his classmates directed their inquisitive stares towards him. He might as well have been a frail, hopeless leaf caught in a sudden winter storm, hammered to the ground by the merciless weight of the snow falling from the skies.Truth be told, her tone had been kind and nurturing. One might even say playful. Had her words been sung to the tune of the softes...

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On the Quantum Nature of Coolness

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #114

On the Quantum Nature of Coolness. A Thesis.By Dr. Jill Pillar, Ph.D.Cool kids. While many have brought into question their true existence on the basis of the lack of a measurable quantity by which to evaluate their said coolness, I now postulate that they are inexorably weaved into the very fabric of our universe.After all, popularity is the abstract concept that keeps on giving, just like gravity. In Newton’s time, many thought gravity was a done deal. The Universal Law of Gravitation perfectly described the observable behavior of objects ...

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Towards Monsters

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #92

I woke up to the same incessant buzzing sound that my brain had become so skilled at shutting out during sleep. The neon lights never went off in the cellar. They shone bright day and night, with my pale skin bathing in their green halo every second of every day. My biological clock never failed me: the agents would be here very soon. Sure enough, they came on time. The heavy metal door swung open, giving me a glimpse at the darkness of the concrete corridor on the other side. As a child (not that I felt like an adult in any way), I was terr...

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Vote For Yourself

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #88

“A vote for me is a vote for affordable healthcare.”The crowd erupted in thunderous applause, in awe of the man before them.“A vote for me is a vote for social equity.”The cheers multiplied, filling up the sumptuously decorated hospital atrium.“Most of all, a vote for me is a vote for research. It’s a vote for the promise of a better future for all of us. The stakes are high, and every vote counts.”All attendees, hospital staff and patients alike, rose to their feet in near worship of Representative Skyler. Dressed in an immaculate suit punc...

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Prodigies of Age

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #88

The BLOOD!The SLAUGHTER!The SUSPENSE!These will be splattered across every page as detective Martha Sevinski braves the dangers of the underground organ trafficking scene in her search of the Boston Butcher, a vicious serial killer preying on the fresh college minds of Harvard University. As the predator makes his way down the list of top ranking students to harvest their brains, Sevinski finds herself racing against the clock to uncover his secret identity and teams up with an unlikely ally in the person of her estranged husband, Dr. Ratche...

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World of SoulQuest

Christopher Cayen-Cyr

Submitted to Contest #88

***The following is a copy of chat records from World of SoulQuest game instance #17326940, as subpoenaed by court order. SoulStorm Entertainment certifies no alterations have been made to the below records, and intends to fully collaborate with authorities in their investigation over the allegations levelled against us. Please note the contents of the below chat are purely fictional and involve no actual soul transactions, despite recent accusations. It is SSE’s firm belief that we will be cleared of all online soul trafficking charges. ***...

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