Daryl Oliver

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (22)

22 Stories

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“Comes Around, Goes Around” by Daryl Oliver

Submitted to Contest #70

Gretchen knew that this was the end for her. Harold was going to make sure of it. Two years earlier, he was truly a nobody. Harold was the guy that could have gotten away with murder in a room filled with people, as no one would have been able to give any type of a description of him. Then, he met Gretchen. Or Gretchen met him. Gretchen was the opposite of Harold. She was more focused on friends and parties. She cared about what people thought of her and everyone knew who she was. She was not a tenth-grade prom queen, but she was already f...

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“The Treasure of Tuatha Dé Danann” by Daryl Oliver

Submitted to Contest #67

The galley chief watched as the men pulled the bloated, blue floater aboard their ship. The cook was sharpening his knife as the unthinkable happened. The man that was obviously dead, came back to life. And for a couple seconds the other men on the frigate could only shrug towards the cook before he put down his knife and went back to the kitchen. The drowned man went by the name Thomas, but the men started to call him ”Blue,” and the name stuck. Blue started off as a deckhand. It wasn’t long before his knowledge of everything became appare...

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“Which Witch is Which?” by Daryl Oliver

Submitted to Contest #65

It was Halloween and a full moon; the perfect night for Julie and her friends to have a little get-together. This is what she had been practicing for the past year. As an amateur practice of the dark arts, there was few opportunities to gain the power that this night was able to offer. She planned for this exact moment over the past month and she had acquired everything that she needed except for two things and these were going to be collected later that night. Julie made a few calls and discussed the plan for the night with each of her cov...

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“Change of Power” by Daryl Oliver

Submitted to Contest #66

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.”“Surely it does count.”“It can’t count if you’re not around to see the changes!”“Look around, tell me what you see.”“Well, the alley is filled with garbage. The sky is grey. The people live in squaller. Everything is in decay. What else is there?”“Son, you only see with your eyes. I only see with my heart. That is why it will count. One day you will see. You will see that each part of this world has more to it than the ways your eyes perceive it. There is hope in this alley, the sky a...

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“My Own Worst Frenemy” by Daryl Oliver

Submitted to Contest #65

“Who let the dogs out? Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.” The words whispered through Oshima’s lips.“Can you stop it?” Kelly’s words not as quiet but still in a hushed tone.“Who let the dogs out? Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.”Kelly just shook her head and watched as Oshima’s mouth curled up at both ends. She never was very fond of Oshima, but she promised James that she would try to be nicer. She didn’t have much choice since James was her best friend and Oshima was his most recent prey. Kelly wasn’t jealous of Oshima as much as she was protecti...

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“Nothing Like Family” by Daryl Oliver

Submitted to Contest #64

Throughout her life, Lilith never felt fulfilled. She spent the first ten years of her life with her family that never seemed to have enough for her and her brother and since she was older, and a girl, her parents took slightly better care of him. There were very few days that he didn’t get at least one meal. Lilith couldn’t say the same about herself. She understood that it was more important for her little brother to be healthy and clean. His father was the one that brought home the food. She never met her father, but her mother would tell...

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“Fresh Apple Pie” by Daryl Oliver

Submitted to Contest #63

“Fresh apple pie has always had a special place in my heart.” The words slipped through my lips with more air than words. I kept my head down was I spoke. The stained baseball cap helped to keep the light from my eyes. I pulled more air into my lungs with a long slow draw. With a slow motion, I lifted my head up high enough for me to catch the look on the man sitting across from me. He was a relatively young man. He didn’t make eye contact with me. Instead he just sat in the chair opposite me. No expression on his face. His clothes seemed to...

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Author bio

From time to time, I find myself overloaded with thoughts. I have these little voices that like to talk over me. The only way to keep them quiet is by telling their stories. With each story, one voice quiets. I have a stadium of voices which I need to silence.