Daniel Deschenes

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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“The Full Picture” by Daniel Deschenes

Submitted to Contest #153

Gage took his glasses off, closed his eyes, and buried his face into his hands. Pinching the bridge of his nose and asked seven year old Isaiah to repeat what he had just said.“Jake said that he was going to poop in my hand!”Gage sighed, disappointed that what he had originally thought he heard was correct.“No, I know that you told me already but I just don’t understand why he would say that,” Gage said. You’re sure that you didn’t say anything unkind to him before he said this?”“No, I didn’t say anything to him!”Gage found it hard to believ...

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“Autumn ” by Daniel Deschenes

Submitted to Contest #140

Are you coming to the party tonight? Bryan hadn’t wanted to but he nonetheless made the short drive. After all, Cade was his best friend and it would mean a lot to him. Bryan rang the doorbell and waited for someone to come to let him into the party. He had never felt particularly comfortable in groups of people that he was unfamiliar with but tonight that feeling was particularly pronounced. I’ve made a huge mistake, he thought, as his mouth started to dry. Sweat began to bead on his back and slowly rolled downwards, only making ...

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“Withering Branch ” by Daniel Deschenes

Submitted to Contest #64

The dream invariably started the same way. I am in the backseat of what appears to be an old vehicle. The back of the driver’s head has a large gash in it that oozes a nauseating mix of blood and puss. I try to tell him that he’s hurt or ask if he needs help but my mouth is papery and dry. The words stick in my throat. There is another passenger next to me but I can only just make out the silhouette. It appeared to be human but an overwhelming sense of unease told me that it might have been something else. This feeling made me want to vo...

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“Alone” by Daniel Deschenes

Submitted to Contest #20

Jackson Williams sat in English just like he did every Wednesday. Literally. He was just sitting. He wasn’t actually there. Not mentally, at least. He was typically more attentive than his fellow classmates because he enjoyed learning the finer points of the English language. He often pictured himself as a mechanic, the classroom as his garage, and the assignments he got as vehicles and machines that needed fine-tuning. He’d pull out his grammatical toolbox and tweak and turn until each sentence hummed with precision and promise. And he did ...

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Author bio

“We all need to be mocked from time to time...lest we start to take ourselves too seriously.” Lover of fantasy, horror, science fiction, and black coffee.