Courtney Moore

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“It's Called Karma, Baby!” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #252

Please enjoy a tale from the Hotel Baku, formally dubbed ‘The Ass and the Shrew’.You see, the co-managers here don't see eye-to-eye. Mr. Tall is 6’ 7” and Ms. Small grows on his thigh. They share a chair that’s bigger than their desk. A melded clump of limbs that’s actually grotesque.While holding this position, yes - you must embrace tradition. On the other hand, times are changing and our guests are wide-ranging. Hotel Baku sits inside the gates of a luxury resort. You can enter by docking in a private eastern port.Enter the lobby; enjoy t...

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“A Traveler's Tracks” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #249

An airborne pickup truck reflects in small, wide eyes. One dark mass among the clouds. Raindrops burst in great spasms against a van's windshield, blurring its crooked path.The moment of impact happens in the span of a blink.Soft curls whirl until they’re crushed against metal. Tires screech on wet pavement. Blurred movements toss two passengers from their seats; clubbing the third.It's a lanky teenager that finds his bearings first, getting to his knees. Frigid winds tear away his voice. It carries his sister’s cries closer.“Papi?”The gapin...

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“Oceans of You” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #221

Olivia,I miss you.Mom and Ryan miss you too.Please, come home.Olivia,I hope you’re happier.SEARCH FOR MISSING TEEN CONTINUES. WHERE IS OLIVIA KLEIN?Faded pictures stare back at us from every newspaper. You look artificial under their editing. It’s driving Ryan insane. He taped over the mailbox so people would stop sending sympathy cards. Mom barely comes home from work. She says she needs the distraction, or she’l...

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“We Caught the House on Fire” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #156

We caught the house on fire, and he’s smiling.Heat presses against the windows, desperate for an escape. They’re all locked. Every door is shut. There’s no escape. It rushes back toward us in an angry yell. Let me out. Let me out.Paint curls against the walls. Ash sketches the ceiling in soft brushstrokes. Then that, too, begins to curl. The corner I’ve retreated to is shrinking around me. My legs curl to my chest. My head curls to my knees.My shrinking space is invaded by a h...

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“The Huxley's Treasure” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #131

Grace was trapped in the dinghy, bleeding all over the floor. The Little River Market was in full swing around her. Supplies were loaded onto boats. Vendors shouted out prices, waving their hands to anyone passing too closely. Grace scoured the docks for help. She had to duck her head to wipe a stray tear. Her fish nets were empty, and her father was gone. Both were caused by the Huxley brothers.  

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“The Demon of Tricks ” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #117

The Demon of Tricks sits at my door.He says he loves me, but I don’t know anymore.The screaming down the hall has put mine to shame.I know he has others, and I am most tame.“Hardly tame, love,” he laughs, pacing the space outside the gates. Shadows push against the thick material, but never cross. Sounds and smells, of laughter and decay, are the only pieces of him allowed through. “But you are my favorite,” the raspy voice purrs. His swift steps come to...

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“Esmerelda” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #113

Two of the screws in my porthole have fallen out. Five rusty ones remain. The window shakes with every wave that slams into it. Water runs down the wall, making puddles on the floor. If our captain wasn’t oblivious of the world around him, I might bother to tell him we’re sinking. His nose is too high in the air to see the moldy wood at his feet. It’s coming in through the cracks in the wood and the rain ...

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“Caught between Killers” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #109

The eyes of a killer hold me hostage. His silhouette is unmistakable, even in the dark. Black orbs take the place of eyes. They disguise any hint of emotion. The steely gaze frightens me, but I know enough to hide the fear. I stare back, basking in the stillness of this moment. Any sudden movement could set him off. That’s the last thing I want. Panic pushes at the gears in my brain, but I ignore it. I continue to...

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“Falling for Fiction” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #108

Falling in love with fiction is the worst type of heartbreak. She’s already on track to meet her prince charming. He’ll fall in love with her wit. He’ll be the one to tuck that piece of hair behind her ear. He’ll get to hold her in his arms and mine will still be empty. I’ll just have this book with pages and pages of her.She was written for me. The intent was the world, but it’s me she found. She feels too familiar. Blonde hair and blue eyes, with freckles all over. Brave at her worst. Content at her best. I know she’s just a char...

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“Lifeline” by Courtney Moore

Submitted to Contest #79

“If you go, you’ll die,” he whispers into the phone, barely making a sound.  Seconds pass by without a response. The gutted words hang in the air between them, untouched, as he drags a trembling hand through his hair. Finally, a shaky breath cuts through the silence, “Then I guess I’m calling to say goodbye.”  It takes a minute for the words to wash over Tommy. ‘Goodbye’ se...

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