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Copper Tin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2025

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An honest account.

Copper Tin

I am not the person that shares deep feelings or personal thoughts often especially if makes people pity me... BUT, since I have no face and i think this day was a day worth sharing I will tell it. I have to give some context to it. (please do not take offence or it too serious but this is a very honest take of my day and my thoughts. I try to keep it honest and true but I censored and left out some of the details) Every one has wicked or evil thoughts at some point but I like to think its how we act on it that reflects our stronger nature. ...

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Proof for Able

Copper Tin

Submitted to Contest #309

Content Warning This story contains themes that some readers may find disturbing, including violence, bullying, mental health struggles, a suicide attempt, and implied child abuse/neglect. (Please do not take this tale as all facts.) There’s a boy named Able. Sixteen, an orphan, a troublemaker whose reputation echoes through the halls of a violent, overcrowded school. He was known for fights, broken noses, climbing out second-story windows — and walking back in like nothing happened. The principal was looking for Able. She walked through hal...

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Freaks on a Bench

Copper Tin

Submitted to Contest #308

Freaks on a BenchElliot wandered through the summer festival, sketchbook tucked under one arm, headphones clamping down the noise like a shield. Bright colours, laughter, and thumping music swirled around him. The scent of popcorn mingled with sun-warmed grass, and children’s shouts echoed near the game stalls. He alone watched as everyone else effortlessly navigated this chaos. He stood in this storm on a small raft, a lone bench.Then he spotted her—a girl draped in black, also sitting alone on a weathered bench like a shadow that had taken...

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The lost father.

Copper Tin

Submitted to Contest #307

The Lost FatherTommy was seventeen, and he was crawling through the dead. he feels sharp pain in his leg. His ears rang from the blast.Mud clung to his skin like a second coat, thick and cold. Bullets cracked overhead, whining past his ears. Artillery thundered somewhere behind him, louder and closer with every heartbeat. His arms shook as he dragged himself forward through the bloodied muck of No Man’s Land. He looked for any friendly faces.He didn’t know where Benny was. The air became lethal with fire. Men ran and rolled for cover as more...

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