Daniel Rogers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

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“A Very Big Pile of Ellawyn Crap” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #245

"Lord Balister's men are at it again," Oakaford, the captain of the Stumper Guard, said as he entered Lady Nimmo's living room, which was currently serving as the temporary town hall. Lady Nimmo put down her quill pen and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Where this time?" The magical tree stump was carrying a rolled parchment that he placed on the table. The parchment revealed a detailed map of Trungen Forest. "There," Oakaford pointed to a spot on the southeastern edge of the forest. "That man!" Lady Nimmo stood. "Oakaford, assemble the Stu...

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“Take Me To Your Leader” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #244

"We need beautiful art around here," Gladise said with a chuckle. Lady Nimmo sat in the corner of the "art" room, sewing a new dress. She laughed at her mother, who was painting a self-portrait from a mirror's reflection leaning against a wall. "And you're making sure we do?" Lady Nimmo said. "Naturally." "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're conceited." Gladise peeked around her canvas, staring at her reflection, playfully ignoring her daughter's jibe. She returned to her canvas and skillfully added strokes. It was Gladise's way of u...

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“Crazy Fire Lovers!” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #243

The first words I heard sounded like happiness. "There you go. All done." I opened my newly carved eyes and saw a beautiful woman with long brunette hair wearing a dandelion yellow dress. She put her carving knife away and smiled, "My name is Lady Nimmo." The ability to see and hear was enthralling. When I was a tree, I only sensed sounds and pictured sights. But this was an entirely different world."It takes some time to get used to," she told me. "For a few days, I'd like you to stick with me so I can help ease you into your new life. Woul...

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“Living Artifacts are People Too - Well, Sort Of” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #242

The Museum of Art and Artifacts in Selwyn invited Lady Nimmo to submit one of her magically created stumpers. Although a great honor, she was hesitant to accept. Several questions plagued her: Will a stumper like living in a museum? Will he scare the kids? Will he get along with the museum staff?While she agonized over the pros and cons, a shy stumper named Limb Strong approached her."My lady, may I have a moment?" Limb Strong asked. "I heard of an opportunity to work at the great museum in Selwyn.""Well, it's not exactly work.""Eh?" The stu...

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“If the Spirit of Trungen Ain't Happy, Ain’t Nobody Happy” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #241

Oakaford, the captain of the stumper guard, frantically searched throughout the village of Jorton for Lady Nimmo. He was uncharacteristically nervous for a magical tree stump. Several times, he knocked over a cart or bucket, muttering his apologies, and absent-mindedly continued without helping clean up, which was unthinkable for a stumper—they love to clean."My goodness. My goodness," Oakaford uttered under his breath. "Have you seen Lady Nimmo?" He asked a young man sitting outside his cottage, who nodded no."Not good. No, not good at all....

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“Wind, Fire, and Stupid Beasts” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #240

A sudden wind blasted flames from unattended campfires, igniting the surrounding undergrowth. The flames continued increasing as the gale fanned the fire further and lit dried clumps of tall grass, low branches, and trees. Fueled by dry conditions and spread by relentless wind, a massive forest fire marched through the woods, consuming everything in its path.Jorton, a hamlet hastily built in the middle of Trungen Forest, consisted of a few cottages, barns, and stables. Nimmo, the Lady of the Woods, and her family founded the small community ...

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“Stumpers Don't Have Hearts” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #239

"No, no, my Dear. You've got this all wrong," Lord Balister gave his most ingratiating smile. "It was never my intention for you to feel kidnapped." He approached Nimmo with his arms outstretched. "I regret you ever misunderstood my intentions," he glanced at his soldiers standing behind her. "I blame my men for being over-exuberant. They were only to deliver my invitation and escort you," he paused and raised a finger towards the nervous men in mild reproach, "After you accepted, of course."A little woman of indistinct age stood among Lord ...

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“A Pack of Lies” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #238

He walked in wearing a backpack full of rocks. It was easy to tell the weight had taken its toll. Sweat stained his underarms and neckline, and his face flushed from overexertion. He moaned and groaned as waves of pain attacked his body while he walked to the nearest seat. Before he sat, he made a series of small stretches: rolling his shoulders, straightening his back, and moving his head from side to side. Every movement made him wince.“Let me take your pack?” A kind, middle-aged man stood to help.“No, thank you,” the hiker said, “It’s min...

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“Like A Dragon Sitting in Church” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #237

A minor disaster occurred in a quaint house inside the outer wall of Selwyn. Not that Treena would call it minor unless compared to a dragon attack or invading army. However, barring dragons or armies, Treena judged her disaster to be monumental. The family necklace broke. It was an heirloom passed down through ten generations - a golden brooch inlaid with rubies and emeralds arranged in a spiral pattern. Treena had bent to pick up her fallen hairpin. When she rose, the necklace caught on the corner of a table and snapped. Fortunately, the b...

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“Lion Eyes” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #231

In the heart of Texas stands an exclusive hunting club called The Gable, a two-story lodge of gigantic proportions. Made of cedar, it sprawls out over ten thousand square feet. Its front doors open onto a cobblestone deck the length of an average tree and an open-roofed cedar deck above it. This astonishing entrance is supported by six cedar logs going from ground to roof, each cut from a single tree. Everything about this lodge screams extravagant wealth: huge windows, log pillars, fountains with statues of elk, deer, and bears standing tal...

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“Promotion of a Pimply Teenager” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #230

"You've only been here for two months," Gary, a middle-aged man in a white, button-up, grease-stained shirt, said. "I thought of that, and so I wrote down several reasons you should promote me," Brice, a pimply teenage boy wearing a red Captain John's Seafood work shirt, replied. Gary pinched the bridge of his nose with resignation. He was on hour sixty-five of an eighty-hour work week and had no energy to resist. "Alright, let's hear them." "First, I want to thank you for the opportunity to present my reasons for promoting me as the n...

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“The Change” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #229

"I don't have a reason. I just want it too," Anne Joyce said with a smile as she opened the top door of her double oven and put in her green bean casserole, wiping her hands on her snowman apron. The Joyce's kitchen was buzzing with activity. James, husband and father, bent over the table, brushing egg wash on rolls. "Does she have to have a reason?" "Ah, come on, Dad. It's more fun if we pry it out of her," Glenn said. "The Young One is right," Stan, the oldest twin by five minutes, said. "Isn't it the reason for tonight? To have fun?...

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“There Was a Chainsaw. There Was a Tree.” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #224

He set the alarm for 1:30 AM. "If the early bird gets the worm, then the night owl gets a buffet," Barron smirked at his cleverness. His "worm" was over fifty feet tall: Mr. Freeman's oak tree. It stood on the border of their backyards, and he wanted it down. He couldn't say why, just that he did, and tonight was the perfect opportunity with his parents on vacation and the Freemans staying overnight in the city. No one would be around to hear the deed. Beginning two months ago, Barron Abernathy researched how to cut trees down like most ei...

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“The Voice of a Moonbow” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #220

"That's what you get for twelve thousand?" Art Berkshire said. "We could have bought a house for that when we were first married." "Yes, dear," Betsy said with a tear in her eye."I mean, it's robbery. Instead of suits, they should have worn masks."Betsy didn't respond, and she knew she wouldn't need to for a while because his rants required little response. Fifty-three years had taught her when she should chime in."You know they reuse the coffin shell but still charge for it. Highway robbery!" Betsy looked out the window as they drove o...

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“The Cost of a Miracle” by Daniel Rogers

Submitted to Contest #219

"I'm not sure what he's talking about," Harry said as he picked his teeth with a toothpick. "Some kind of religious mumbo jumbo." He threw the toothpick in a trash bin and felt for his phone. "I've got to send this to Eddie." He recorded thirty seconds as the preacher calmly talked with a couple. "Although, he's not a very exciting crazy preacher.""You don't see his kind much these days," Will said. "My old man used to poke fun at them. He would get people laughing so much that he said it made him feel like Larry the Cable Guy. Man, the stor...

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Author bio

It's official! I'm excited to share I'm a published author. It's only a flash fiction story, but 365tomorrows.com accepted and published "Ladder God." They publish a story a day. Mine is February 20th. If you're interested in reading, just go to the above website and click "Past Flashes of Fiction." Go to February 20th's story, and there I am. 😀👍