Dale Bird

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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“The Kensington Killer, Episode 1” by Dale Bird

Submitted to Contest #158

The corn loomed tall and emerald green over Brett’s beat up Ford F-150 as the smoke of two cigarettes twirled toward nothing. Jolene started smoking to impress him but began to like the feeling it gave her and how it always made her calm. Or maybe it was Brett that made her calm, but she didn’t know because she only smoked around him.“Are we gonna stay together, Brett?” Brett knew the question would come like the smell of the summer air before rain. They spent the day driving down the country roads neither of them would see much of soon...

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“Paperwork” by Dale Bird

Submitted to Contest #128

When Tom heard her drop Grandma’s tea set, he laid into Linda: “You know what, just because Grandma liked me more doesn’t mean you have to resort to something like this.” Linda stood in front of the sea of small white pieces spread like stars on the dark brown kitchen floor. She slapped her yellow rubber gloves down and turned to Tom. “You know what, maybe you do the dishes sometimes so then you can take better care than I can. I’m upset about it too, OK? Things break.” She combed both hands through her chestnut hair streaked with ...

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“The Right Moves” by Dale Bird

Submitted to Contest #114

“I don’t use social media,” Henry lamented to his friend, planted at the adjacent bar stool, “I’ll have to wait until summer and maybe then I could join a club or somethi..” “Comon man it’s been over a year now. You never leave your house and the only club you’ll join is an online chess club. You can always delete the app if you don’t use it.” Miguel had had this same argument with Henry at least five times before over the past year, in the same dive bar, and in same round, worn leather seats that smelled like someone soaked them i...

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Author bio

I'm a copywriter trying to find my creative writing muscle. I want to tell fake stories about real people.