Daniel Brandt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Flares of Exodus” by Daniel Brandt

Submitted to Contest #262

"Good evening, this is the headlines for tonight. Our top story: humanity's final chance for survival. In a historic and unprecedented effort, millions of people are set to leave Earth aboard massive colony ships as a catastrophic solar flare threatens to scorch our planet with a brutal heatwave set to scorch the earth. The International Space Agency, in collaboration with global governments, will send some 10 million to ensure our species' future on 100 potentially habitable planets. Cryo-sleep technology, still in its experimental stages, ...

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“A Desert Twist” by Daniel Brandt

Submitted to Contest #260

“You never told me what you did before the draft,” Johnny said. The light from the flames danced over his face. “What does it matter, whoever that was I ain’t no more”. Charlie replied, biting off a piece of jerky, and stared into the fire. His eyes were distant. Johnny leaned back on his hands, crossed his legs, and looked up at the starry sky. Around them the Nevada desert engulfed them, dry, desolate yet inviting strangely. It attracted the dreamer, the lost, and the searching to its vast expanse. “Come, cross me and fortune awaits on the...

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“Ghastly Shadows of the Yuletide Christmas Dinner” by Daniel Brandt

Submitted to Contest #228

In the spectral glow of a frostbitten Christmas Eve, August approached the venerable home of his beloved Clara's parents, his heart a tumultuous sea of nerves and anticipation. The old house, adorned with the trappings of the season, seemed to brood under the weight of untold stories, its walls groaning with the secrets of yesteryears. August, clutching a velvet ring box in his pocket, steadied himself for a night of revelation and romance. As the door creaked open, he was greeted by Clara's parents, their smiles warm yet tinged with an en...

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“A Tomorrow Letter” by Daniel Brandt

Submitted to Contest #212

John Mayors fumbled with a book about dolphins and their relationships, a chocolate muffin from yesterday and a giant spiders nest of keys in the other hand as he arrived at his destination. A charming green post office door that had been painted a vast number of times throughout the years since its inception more than a hundred years ago, which had created a moon-like surface if one looked closely. Postman Mayors rarely looked closely. As for anyone, looking at the moon up close for the first time is a mind boggling experience, for the secr...

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“They are not alone.” by Daniel Brandt

Submitted to Contest #210

There was a time when words mattered. They were expensive. Writing was maybe cheap on paper. But editing, printing, distribution, exposure. Not everyone could write. Talent, connections, and money, that’s what defined writers. Nowadays, everyone can shitpost on Twitter and make a name for themselves. Create a following. Be a part of a cult. The threshold for opinions has been obliterated.And here I am, trying to shape words into something that matters, something that is more than a commodity. Just wasting my time. Josephine rested her head b...

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“The Alien Affair.” by Daniel Brandt

Submitted to Contest #210

"I'm just sayin’, maybe it was good that the aliens took over you know?" Tony said as he forced a shovel into the ground, prying away frost-bitten dirt. "It wasn't that amazing before am I right? It's more clear now you know what I mean?". He filled the shovel and threw the dirt over his shoulder. He was the spitting image of a New Jersey man in a leather jacket that drank and hit his wife too much in order to do what he had to do to do the things he had to do.It was night. Winter. In a glade. In a pine tree forest. Tony and two other men, D...

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“The Mumbai Chase” by Daniel Brandt

Submitted to Contest #209

Title: Midnight Mumbai Dash It was early morning and the rain poured down on Rajesh's taxi and only dim lights lit up his cabin. It was a Hindustan Ambassador from the 90s and was his pride and joy. Black on the sides and yellow on the top, a Buddha hung from the rearview mirror. Not that he was a strong believer, but he and Buddha looked a bit similar so it made him smile. He was parked outside of the Shree Siddihivinayak Temple and munched on a portion of Vada pav. The deep-fried potato dumpling crunched in his mouth and he released a si...

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Author bio

Just a guy trying to write something that someone would like to read besides myself. I try different styles to improve my writing, albeit I think I've found my preferred "voice".