Colin Wadeson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

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“A Grander Mechanism” by Colin Wadeson

Submitted to Contest #273

I had read somewhere that when private detectives follow someone, they watch the feet rather than the back of the head, so the subject won't sense they are being watched. This is similarly taught in the SAS and in martial arts for when approaching an enemy from behind. So, I supposed I could at least rest assured it wasn’t a PI, special forces, or a kung-fu expert whose eyes had been burning a hole in my back since I left the restaurant.It was an early evening in late November, and the back streets of coastal Portsmouth were as grey and empt...

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“ Good Faith” by Colin Wadeson

Submitted to Contest #271

*Mild Horror*Peeing in a cold, dark alley at 2 o'clock in the morning wasn't something Father George Winner would look back on proudly, but, he supposed, one might expect worse of a man whose faith had been so painfully shaken as his was but a fortnight ago. Father Stan Buchanan, for example, was a young priest whom George had known in the '60s. Stan, after a stint of evangelism in Vietnam, had lost his faith altogether, and soon after joined the army. He was killed in a firefight in Laos in '71. At least merely turning to the bottle was hur...

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“BEST MAN / TOP BOY” by Colin Wadeson

Submitted to Contest #264

*This story contains themes of drug use and violence.*BEST MAN / TOP BOYI tapped the microphone. BFF! BFF!'Er, hello? Ladies and gentleman. Your attention, please.'The crowd settled down. They were almost all guests of the bride. There were even a couple of coppers in there, including the bride's brother.'Thanks. Best man, here. Well, I ain't much of a talker, but here goes. Congratulations Leon and Lisa! I first met Leon fifteen years ago. We were down The Crown... Big surprise, yeah? Er, that's a pub by the Hamlets, by the way. It was Apri...

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Author bio

Sometimes I write; mostly I carry around a briefcase. It is, unfortunately, filled with sand. Influences/heroes: Tobias Wolff, Raymond Carver, Ernest Hemingway, Yukiko Motoya, Ray Bradbury, James Frey, Haruki Murakami, William S Burroughs, Enid Blyton, e e cummings, Bob Frost, Ezra Pound, Sylvia Plath, Lord Byron, Wilfred Owen, Paul Schrader, Nic Pizzolatto. Still searching for my voice. If you happen to have seen it, you can contact me at fictionpill@live.co.uk I really like Highland cows.