Dan Foster

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Sophie” by Dan Foster

Submitted to Contest #206

Lisa returns from an evening stroll interrupted by rain and stumbles upon a line of fire ants carrying a copper cicada molt into the woods.She walks into the cabin longing for a bath and hears dull breathing coming from a sunless corner under the stairway, and resists the urge to walk away when their eyes meet. The trembling bone-thin shape limps back to her own dark room like a maimed flesh puppet holding a ragged, stuffed giraffe called Captain Rufus by its hind leg, dangling loosely from a thread. An object hangs from...

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“Donkey and Rabbit” by Dan Foster

Submitted to Contest #202

“I’m so bored, Rabbit,” said Donkey, munching on the orange bits with much bliss.The mellow Donkey and the grumpy Bunny wandered the forest without worry; Sharing a batch of carrots they yanked from Mrs. Elmira’s orchard before running like leopards.“I don’t know,” groaned Rabbit. “I figure we could play some prank on the big bad wolf.”“Not that again, Rabbit,” said Donkey. “I still have a wound on my posterior from the last occasion.”“Well, how about we sing a song?”...

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“Sabbath” by Dan Foster

Submitted to Contest #200

CW: Substance use, animal death, child death.The cloaked hag in a young woman’s skin dragged a coffin made from black rotten wood across the road of dying deciduous trees.There was a mellow grumble in the clouds and she sat by a little creek as raindrops fell through the barren canopy. She hummed a nursery rhyme as she caught a char with her bare hands, grabbed a knife from her human-leather belt skinned from a deacon, cut it open, and ate it raw. She then laid the still-living fish ...

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“The Good Mage and Her Devil Mentor.” by Dan Foster

Submitted to Contest #198

Morana sat on a soft cushion in the highest tower of Castle Twilight. Her top hat tilted to the side. She had long black and white hair split down the middle with straight bangs, a tiny nose she sometimes painted red, and bright silver eyes that ran in the family.Her head moved left and right while being lectured by the tall, olive-skinned sorceress dressed in a black robe made from spider silk who walked in circles around her. The sorceress’ coal-black hair cascaded down her waist and smelled like...

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