Coltrane Rogers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2021

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“Terra-system 14” by Coltrane Rogers

Submerged beneath an icy depth, head in an oak whisky barrel, he rose and flicked back his hair and looked to the sky. Fresh. Under the candour of stars.Have the constellations of this Terra-System been named, he wondered.A towel provided imbalance to his nude. Best to wash after travelling. Washes away fatigue. He picked up his white linens and pulled over his shirt and worked into a pair of loose-fitting trousers.His journal awaited his entry, resting on a wooden crate with the typographic: 3466e.T...

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“Vials” by Coltrane Rogers

Andy Sorkin tensed the marginal muscle that corded his arms.His physique was in the past, lost with the internecine of the war.Could do with a pump, he thought, turning around to admire his back.Artistry. That’s what his body was – used to be, he corrected.Every contour that ribbed his back, delineated with days of his life.                     Roids was a familiar word. Spoken by the insecure. But it...

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“The Mines” by Coltrane Rogers

The messenger entered the throne room. “My Lord, I have word from the council.” The King switched his gaze from the glass pane that overlooked the mines to the man in green robes. “There has been a rumour from Faction Red. There are plans of a revolt. As suggested by the council, we seal off the Faction and send more guards into the mines to exorcise those who spread word.” “No.” His voice w...

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“Shattered Glass” by Coltrane Rogers

“Dalton, he’s got you by your fuckin’ balls and he ain’t loosenin’ up!”It was an ugly reflection – no, just an ugly mirror.Yeah, you tell yourself that, you ugly sonofabitch.He changed his stance to something more powerful, something that said, look at me now and weep for my forgiveness.Then he tried something a little more forthcoming - something inviting, like a gingerbread house where you just want to tuck in and eat up, but there were more than just sweets and candy in this house.Ye...

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“The Pause” by Coltrane Rogers

The square room was of white walls, white canvas and white light.From each corner hid no shadow; not a mote of dust lingered, and not a sound was heard.A cryogenic bed was fixed in the middle of the room with a digital counter atop the glass frame.The last minute of the timer fell and as the numbers showed zero, a door on the far side of the room opened.The bed unlatched with a wheeze and a naked man sat upright.“Dr Fischer,” spoke a voice, “another year has passed. The procedure will be resumed.”...

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“Ms Jarvis and The Junkie. ” by Coltrane Rogers

Ms Jarvis came into Mawde’s Diner down here in Cut Off, Louisiana nearly every day, besides the holy one.She sported a lime-green overcoat, spotted with grease stains; the hem draping over her chubby thighs. She always carried a purse which was held together by sewn-on canvas binds, every so often reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a strip of foul-smelling meat, before dropping it into her purse.She was a regular here at Mawde’s.Being a roadside diner, which operated at almost all hours, odd characters show...

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“The Johns, The Car and The Coke” by Coltrane Rogers

Casey had learnt to take Benzodiazepines before the night’s work and painkillers when she was done, finish a cigarette between rounds and leave her necklaces at home. The johns – the clients – could get dangerous; they never stole, but when they were red hot, they’d grab hold of anything to choke you and watch you turn a shade darker. Most of the clients were lonely. Some were into different things that they couldn’t get away with doing to their wives or girlfriends.  A client o...

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“Baby Food” by Coltrane Rogers

Content Warning: violence, explicit languageDetective Marsden, followed by a nurse, walked into hospital ward twenty-two to meet Lee Baxter, the thirty-three-year-old who was shrivelled like an old man on his death bed; Baxter occupied his own bed, albeit not dying, yet hooked up to an IV drip which slowly replenished his vitality.“Mr Baxter?”His tired eyes looked up in response.“We have a detective Marsden here who would like to talk to you, something about the incident.”“Thank you, ...

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“Paper Dolls” by Coltrane Rogers

Content warning: explicit language, violence. “You tell your brother to stop selling in Archway. You tell him to get all his men and move.”  Wexley Tones, the man subject to a five-minute harangue was bound by ropes from arm to ankle, covered in bruises from Christmas to Easter.  “You listen to what I say, Wexley, any funny business and I find that Connor is still selling in Arch – I promise you won’t be walking straight no more.”  The word...

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