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Cosmas Broek

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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Apocalypse Experiences

Cosmas Broek

Submitted to Contest #321

Illuminated in bright blue the ground starts trembling. A heavy rumbling echoes between carcasses of buildings. Buildings once buzzing with life now stand there with their orange polymers fading and stiff concrete crumbling.The spaceship lands and slowly silence returns to the city. A large door on the side opens and an escalator brings a select group with spacesuits and measuring equipment outside. They do their mandatory analysis and send the ‘good to go’. Now the posh clientele emerges with their charismatic host in front.“Welcome to Wate...

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Surprise! Now die...

Cosmas Broek

Submitted to Contest #319

CW: Physical violence, gore and references to sexual violence “It is time.”He looks at the city beneath them. The sounds the city normally makes are gone. Today the air is filled with screams of terror and agony, filled with smoke from the sea of flames that is spreading across the thatched roofs. His sister stands next to him and grabs his hand.“It is time.”Her voice trembles and he squeezes her hand to comfort her in her final few moments of living. Beneath them soldiers shout and steel hits steel as they try to defeat an enemy that is too...

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The light in the swamp that wasn’t

Cosmas Broek

Submitted to Contest #291

Sometimes the swamp releases a belch through its silver mirrors. They disturb the perfect reflection of black deltas branching away to touch as many stars they can. The belch reaches my nostrils: a smell of life long gone. I feel home again.A single dark cloud hides the light of the full moon. I don’t care. The darkness allows me to better see what I seek. I don’t want to be distracted by the reflections of the moon. They all tell me that’s what I saw. That my mind has distorted my memory over all those years. But it is the last clear memory...

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When the cup is empty the nightmare starts

Cosmas Broek

“What would you normally do?”“I’d make myself a cup of tea.”“Than do that. Act as if it is a completely normal evening.”She nods in her dark, tiny kitchen. Her fingers reach for the light switch and the fluorescent tube flickers and plunks before slowly coming to live. It throws a harsh white light onto the old wooden countertop, cabinets and surrounding mint green tiles. She walks over to the tea kettle still standing on her stove. She picks it up and shakes it. There is still enough water in there for her cup of tea. She lights the stove a...

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How to grow a pineapple plant

Cosmas Broek

Submitted to Contest #284

The faucet finishes filling the soapless bathtub. She closes it and looks at her trembling hands. The doorbell rings again. She exits the bathroom and wipes her eyes with her purple fleece sleeve, but tears have long stopped running. Slowly she unlocks the two locks and takes a deep breath before she opens the door as far as the door chain allows. Two grayish blue eyes in an old unshaven gray face stare at her for a silent second.“You are home,” the man states while trying to straighten his back a little.“Who are you?”“Nobody else is home. I...

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Do not touch

Cosmas Broek

Submitted to Contest #280

“Why can’t I see?”“Because it is dark.”“Who are you? Where am I?”“It is dark, so I don’t know where we are.”“What happened? Why are we here?”“Dude, just shut the fuck up. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know were we are and I don’t want to talk to you guys.”“Wait, there are more than the two of us?”“The endless darkness here is only filled with the dread of the end of our existence.”“Oh great! Now the poet starts talking too again!”“What happened? Where are we? Who are you?”“It seems we are caught in the realm of nothingness, somewhere i...

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It sounds like an oversized grunting frog

Cosmas Broek

Submitted to Contest #279

It sounds like an oversized grunting frog. I don’t like it. I look over the tranquil lake. Layers of fog start appearing while the sun is slowly disappearing behind the mountains at the horizon. A shiver runs down my spine as a cold gust of wind hits my face. Another shiver runs down my spine when the grunting frog sounds again. It seems closer this time and from behind me, not from the lake. Maybe it’s a bear? I don’t actually know what a bear sounds like. They told me bears are rarely spotted on this trail though.I look around me to make s...

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Recruiting with a noose around the neck

Cosmas Broek

Submitted to Contest #277

His eyebrow is performing a very subtle spastic dance. That’s my sign that he is struggling. Confident of my victory I slide my wooden chip to the centre of the round table.“C’mon dude!” he clamours while stomping his fists on the table.He doesn't even need to see which number is on my chip, my face already tells him I won. He lets his head fall and shakes it as if this is the end of his life, but I can see the tiny smile on his face.“Please remind me, why do I still play with you?” he asks lifting his smiling head.“Because the others always...

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Dear necromancer, please resurrect me

Cosmas Broek

Submitted to Contest #275

What happened? What is that sound? Why can’t I see? I try to lift my arms to rub my eyes but they refuse to move. My whole body feels stiff. I try to move my hands again and this time they do obey but hit something immovable. I let them crawl over my chest towards my blind eyes but somehow they get stuck in my chest. So now all I can do is listen. Listen to something that sounds like digging. Digging that turns into scraping. As if a shovel is hitting something hard…Wait, am I buried? Did I fell asleep and was I buried? What kind of prank is...

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