Craig Grant

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Bloodletting” by Craig Grant

Beads of sweat lined Emeryn’s cheeks and forehead, dampening his grey-lined hair and beard. He did his best to wipe the moisture away with his shoulder, as his hands and forearms were stained crimson up to his elbows. Emeryn’s hands trembled violently as they closed around the leather wineskin which sat upon a wooden table that was as equally discolored as his hands and arms. Lifting the container to his lips, Emeryn’s fingers squeezed too hard on the skin, causing the red liquid to spill out and over his hands. The spout quivered an...

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“The Nightmare Convergence” by Craig Grant

Submitted to Contest #103

TW: violence Nathan Davis stood alone at the corner of Acorn and Lake streets looking up at the building that loomed over the block around it. The house had a light grey brick exterior with a wide bay window that overlooked the street, a two-car garage, fronted with an immaculately cut lawn, and a flower garden that could have been on the front of a home and garden magazine. It looked identical to the dozens of other McMansions that Nathan had passed on his ride through the windy streets, but a darkness seemed to hover over this particular h...

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“The Stranger in the Lightning” by Craig Grant

Submitted to Contest #102

The lightning strikes were close. I could tell because the thunder crashed instantly after each bright crack split the sky, the rumble resounding through my bones. I had always loved thunderstorms. The feeling of apprehension as the black storm clouds rolled in, slowly being overwhelmed by the looming darkness, the wind slowly picking up before gusting, turning a still afternoon into a sudden violent torrent. Then of course watching with anticipation for each bolt of lightning that would brighten a dark sky, turning a black night in...

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“Broken Bread” by Craig Grant

Submitted to Contest #100

“You must be famished.” The man that sat across from Seren Fane was gaunt, with dark rims around his eyes and his cheeks were drawn and skeletal. An audible growl had resonated when the plate of bread and cheese had been placed before him. His enemy had shown great restraint and poise by not instinctively devouring the food the moment it touched the table; as decorum dictated that the meal would not start until the host took the first bite. The man’s silence stretched as he unflinchingly met Fane’s gaze, refusing to look at the meal...

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Author bio

I want to put the voices in my head into yours.