Colin Wadeson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

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4 Stories

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“The Value of the Corn” by Colin Wadeson

Submitted to Contest #281

*Murder / Suicide / Mild Gore*It was the coldest day of the year. The crow swooped down from the white sky and landed in the middle of the field in front of the scarecrow.The crow said nothing yet, but paced back and forth on the frozen soil like a drill sergeant. A few minutes of this passed, then the crow stopped and announced to the scarecrow:'Bad news, friend. Spring isn't coming. Neither the warmer summer. This winter is, it pains me to apprise, all you'll see from now until your splints give, or the farmer dismembers you for kindling. ...

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“Two Sunflowers” by Colin Wadeson

Submitted to Contest #280

*Mild Language / Description of Murder*'What's the matter with you lately?' asked a sunflower named John to a sunflower named Nia. They had stood side by side in Mrs. Keye's impeccable garden ever since sprouting together in the same square meter of soil, and they were no strangers to petty quarreling.'The matter?' said Nia.'Don't think I haven't noticed it!''Noticed what?''Don't play the innocent with me. I mean your behaviour.''What about my behaviour?'John explained to Nia that he had started to notice her turning away from the sun and to...

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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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“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, 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.