Corbin Russell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

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8 Stories

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“Down the Long Tail” by Corbin Russell

Submitted to Contest #243

“Once you have been spaghettified, it takes all the pressure and worry about what might be, and all the heartache about forgetting what was.” The phase of Bertram that sat in front of Hathabet, the blur, seemed to pause in his statement. The glass of pale whisky in front of him rose, enveloped in that blur, and came back down to the table diminished in content and clearer for having been released from the Singlatarian’s grip.Hathabet, reporter for the Lalond Station Grid, a thriving community of stations orbiting Lalond 21185, forging an eco...

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“The Lone Star Texas Swing Museum Closes For Good” by Corbin Russell

Submitted to Contest #242

“Well, it’s a knock off, Henrietta.” The pronouncement was final. Henrietta stared up at the white Gretch hollow-body guitar that sat on a stand in a glass box, posted prominently in the middle of the room. It was decorated like a Nudie Suit, edged in a white leather and chord, speckled with bright blue paisley swirls and shapes crowding the electric workings and bridge. The pearl-handled whammy bar hung from the shiny Bigsby style bridge etched with pistols and stars.With its matching white leather strap, itself adorned with horses, eighth ...

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“Demoted” by Corbin Russell

Submitted to Contest #241

Trick had checked the carabineer himself. Twice. But has he pumped his gloved hand, cinched tightly around the rope at the small of his back and, through that slack, began to lean over the edge, he made eye contact to Chirp who had a look on his face that smoldered with malevolent satisfaction.Chirp had been awarded his mountaineering badge last year on this same campout and the troop had since looked at him as a sort of legend, well half the troop. And really, he was the source of his own fame, as he liked to remind the Webelos and Tenderfo...

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“I See the Wind Most Everywhere” by Corbin Russell

Submitted to Contest #240

It is a hot, moist, rattling wind that pulls me to awareness, there on my cheek, like a lover blowing into my ear. I know my eyes are open because I can feel myself blinking them. But the only light I see is when my eyes are closed and the little sprites of red and orange drift like clouds in a hopeless night sky.I open my eyes again to the darkness and I cannot move. There is an uncomfortable cocoon around me that holds my arms and legs and torso in place. I cannot adjust my head. It is complete darkness and I am held fast by it. Intense pa...

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“Best Left Unsaid” by Corbin Russell

Submitted to Contest #238

“Could you just—” “Hang on a min—” “OWW. Stop touching th—” “OK, OK. I know this is weird, but you have to—” “No, I don’t wa—” “Wait wuh wuh, wai—GUH—” “I said—” “Listen, Oh—” “No! Stop it n—” “OK, OK, look here are my—” “Sto—” “Here are my hands. See? I’m n—I am not going to go any further than th—” “Just let me breathe a sec. I know—" “OK, but—” “I know this is hard. It’s hard for both—” “Hard? This has been impossible. Do you know—” “I know! Yes. I am not an idiot. But just because it’s hard—” “It’s not just hard. Like I said—” “Ha!” “Lik...

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“How I Murdered Your Mother” by Corbin Russell

Submitted to Contest #237

There is no one who can sit still when they faced with any sort of forever. Face death? Fight back. Face Jail? Run away. True Love? Really. Run away. Far away. Especially in my line of work. You see, my little darlings, I was what you might call a retailer of information. I acquired interesting pieces of information and found people who were willing to buy it for lots of money. The trade—because it is not like an office job, you have to go outside and sometimes get a little dusty—the trade is not without its challenges. Top me off, Vee? Tha...

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“The Whispering Gem” by Corbin Russell

Submitted to Contest #236

By the time Oots had found the still waters of the pond at the edge of the wood, the bear was far enough away for him to sit and rest. Oots was limping along, nursing his torn-open thigh and carrying a fawn carcass—what was left of it—over his shoulders. He was lucky the bear left him alone. It was not a large bear, as bears go. Oots knew the hunger and tenacity of any bear, especially the larger brown bears. And to be a bear’s prey at any distance meant a race for your life that would only end if the bear died, found easier prey, or caught ...

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“How to Run Away in Microgravity” by Corbin Russell

Submitted to Contest #235

They train you how to amble about on these rocks, but they don’t train you to run for goddamn life. One third gravity, hell one twentieth of Earth gravity, you can learn how to hop in your jump suit, pack and all, without falling on your bubble like a damned terra firmer­, fresh in the float. But it all goes out the air lock when you suddenly have to run for your last. That lizard brain of yours doesn’t care a milliliter about the tech that brought you out here. It remembers. Remembers you scurrying from one rock to another knowing the sunli...

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