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Daron Thompson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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The Last Game

Submitted to Contest #273

The Last Game Mike sat on the worn green bench under the old oak tree, his hands trembling slightly as he carefully set up his beloved chessboard. Each piece was placed with the same precision as always, the result of decades of practice and routine. The black and white squares of the board were scratched and faded, and the wooden pieces had lost some of their sheen, but Mike still treated them like treasures. He came to this spot every single day, rain or shine, hoping that someone would stop and play with him. Most days, no one did. People...

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The Secret Meeting That Should’ve Stayed Secret

Submitted to Contest #273

The Secret Meeting That Should’ve Stayed Secret Chapter 1 - “Who Even Sends Texts Like This?” Aaliyah was lounging on her couch, decompressing after a long day of the daily grind. She had clocked out of her 9-to-5 a few hours ago and was just about to dive into her side hustle when her phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number: “You’re invited to a secret meeting tonight at 7 pm. Don’t be late. - J” Aaliyah frowned at the screen. This had to be some kind of spam, right? She was about to delete it when another message appeared. “...

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Voices in the Dark

Trigger Warning:This story contains intense themes of psychological horror, fear, and paranoia, which may be distressing for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Title: Voices in the Dark Chapter 1 - The Shadow The wind howled through the trees, sending a chill down Kevin’s spine. He tightened his grip on the flashlight, its beam flickering as he made his way down the dark, winding path. The old forest on the outskirts of town was no place to be after dark, but he had no choice. Not tonight. It had been two weeks since Kevin had see...

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Dark Streets, Broken Souls

Submitted to Contest #273

Trigger Warning:This story addresses multiple sensitive themes, including poverty, mental health struggles, child exploitation, physical abuse, and crime. It explores the harsh realities of life in a high-crime neighborhood and the emotional impact of neglect and coercion. Reader discretion is advised. Chapter 1 - The Shadow David’s sneakers slapped against the wet pavement, echoing through the narrow alleyway. The air was thick, and the night felt heavy, almost suffocating. Rain dripped from the cracked rooftops above, tapping a rhythm t...

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Silent Screams

Submitted to Contest #273

Trigger Warning:This story addresses multiple sensitive themes, including mental health struggles, poverty, child exploitation, physical abuse, manipulation, and coercion. It explores the harsh realities of life in an impoverished environment, the emotional impact of hunger and neglect, and the pressure to engage in illegal activities as a means of survival. Reader discretion is advised. Title: Silent Screams Diary Entry 1 - March 5thMama always says, “Keep it inside, Bobby. Don’t let it out.” But it’s too heavy. Every time I try to swallow ...

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Threads of the Past

Submitted to Contest #271

The small antique shop on Birch Street was a place most people didn’t notice. It sat wedged between a laundromat and a bakery, its dusty windows filled with forgotten trinkets and relics from another time. People passed it every day, oblivious to the stories hidden within its walls. But for Nora, it was a sanctuary. Every Friday afternoon, she wandered through the narrow aisles, her fingers brushing over the old books, rusted pocket watches, and faded photographs. It was her escape from the weight of the world—a chance to get lost in the liv...

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Faded Strangers

Submitted to Contest #271

The café on the corner of 5th and Cedar was a place where time seemed to stand still. Its worn-out posters for jazz nights, the faint smell of old books mixed with coffee, and the distant hum of the city outside all blended into a background noise that let the regulars lose themselves in their own worlds. To most, it was just another forgettable stop on the way to somewhere else, but for Erin, it had become a sanctuary. Every morning for the last three months, she’d sat at the same table, facing the window, her black coffee cooling as she fi...

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Echoes of Silence

The city had a way of swallowing you whole. Javier knew this. It chewed people up, spit them out, and kept moving, indifferent to the shattered lives left behind. From the window of his crumbling apartment, he could see the train tracks—always moving, always carrying people away from where he was stuck. Javier had been stuck for a long time. His hands rested on the window ledge, rough fingers tracing the cracks in the peeling paint. The weight of the world pressed on his shoulders, but it wasn’t the weight of bills or bad luck. It was the we...

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Echoes of Silence

Echoes of Silence The city had a way of swallowing you whole. Javier knew this. It chewed people up, spit them out, and kept moving, indifferent to the shattered lives left behind. From the window of his crumbling apartment, he could see the train tracks—always moving, always carrying people away from where he was stuck. Javier had been stuck for a long time. His hands rested on the window ledge, rough fingers tracing the cracks in the peeling paint. The weight of the world pressed on his shoulders, but it wasn’t the weight of bills or bad l...

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Skipping Stones, Skipping Dreams

Submitted to Contest #271

Skipping Stones, Skipping DreamsBy Daron Thompson Lisa McKenna never skipped fast enough to escape the noise—the shouting, the sirens, the sound of her world crumbling around her. Each time the skipping rope slapped against the cracked pavement, she felt a brief flicker of peace, but it was fleeting. As the sun barely peeked over the horizon that morning, Lisa stood outside her apartment in the empty lot. The streets were quiet now, eerily so, but Lisa knew the silence well. It was the kind of silence that settled before something bad happen...

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Author bio

Daron Thompson is a Canadian author hailing from the Jane and Finch area in Toronto, a neighborhood known for its challenges but also its resilience. Despite growing up in a high-crime environment, Daron turned to writing as an escape from the chaos around him. Through his work, he explores themes of loss, survival, and perseverance, drawing from personal experiences, including the tragic loss of his little brother, older sister, and niece. Daron’s books, available on Amazon, include “JUNE,” “OMNI,” “Did You Know?”, and others, spanning genres like urban fiction, nonfiction, and sci-fi. His raw and authentic storytelling resonates with readers, offering a powerful voice from one of Toronto’s most misunderstood communities.

With a unique perspective shaped by both hardship and hope, Daron uses his writing to connect with readers across the globe, shedding light on systemic issues and inspiring others to rise above their circumstances.