David Weaver

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

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7 Stories

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“Tabatha” by David Weaver

Submitted to Contest #239

I was sitting on that rusty old bench in the park, the one near the bandstand, lobbing stale bread at the pigeons. The day was still fresh, but I wasn’t. Judith wasn’t around to keep me in check now. I often come here to think. Or rather to avoid thinking. My mind has been a little numb of late. It must be old age, not knowing what I'm up to half the time. But it's not just that. It's the regret you see; it keeps me awake at night and then I come out here and doze off in the sun. I'm a hopeless case but I can't be bothered to call anyone abo...

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“Support Player” by David Weaver

Submitted to Contest #18

Mike heard the clunk-click of the door then Janey threw herself into the backseat of the car. He could tell she was angry. The air bristled with an explosive cocktail of annoyance and frustration. She was a little drunk as well as she banged a petulant hand on the headrest in front.“Let’s go then!”“Where’s Karen?” He asked.“She’s not coming, okay? Let’s just go.”He bit back a reply and started the engine.The wipers slapped away enough water for him to make out the narrow country lane he’d hesitantly navigated a few minutes earlier. Finding t...

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“First Date” by David Weaver

Submitted to Contest #16

The agency had fixed the date for six o’clock that evening. A little early but there’s sod all else to do round here, or anyone to do it with. When I say ‘agency’ I refer to the white-haired old guy who seems to run the place; not too inspiring on the romance front to be honest. He seemed to be pretty enthusiastic about my chances though.“What’ll she be like?” I asked, trying to keep a calm front even though my stomach was full of butterflies. I think they were butterflies; those colourful little winged creatures anyway. I’m not so good on a...

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“The Writing Group” by David Weaver

Submitted to Contest #16

Simone awoke to birdsong from the woods, as she had each morning of the retreat. The weather was always fine here, no wind other than the gentle sea breezes, no rain other than an occasional light squall blowing up from the bay below. The days were mild and sunny, the nights split by beautiful sunsets along the coast. The Group would gather at the tables with a few beers or on the lawn of the stone cottage. Everyone felt tired but stimulated by a long day’s work; writing was hard but rewarding. Simone always knew it would be and now here she...

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“The Formula” by David Weaver

Submitted to Contest #16

Thompson hated school. He wished, right at that moment, that he was out of the place entirely. That in fact he had been secretly recruited to MI6 as it’s youngest ever agent, his talents recognised and rewarded with the responsibility of guarding the secret biological warfare formula told to him by dissident Russian scientists with express instructions to get it to the West and avoid the outbreak of World War Three.Trouble was he didn’t really understand it. In Russian at least.“We dissident scientists trust you agent Thompson, our lives are...

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“The Man Who Knew” by David Weaver

Submitted to Contest #15

At twilight I saw Brian’s crappy old Nissan Cherry hiding under the trees in the corner of Tesco’s car park. He obviously had little money left now, despite a reasonable career; he’d once made Vice-Principle at the local comprehensive but then he wrote the article in the local rag - that was the big no-no for the Board of Governors. You can do all that conspiracy stuff in the specialist publications for the sci-fi fantasists because most of them don’t take it seriously anyway. He would have been under the radar with them, just another ‘enthu...

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“Brass Monkey” by David Weaver

Submitted to Contest #14

I’m going to tell you about the brass monkey. But first, let me tell you about my two childhood buddies, Tommy Boyd, TB, and Clancy Smith. Dad had taken up a new position as foreman with a nearby construction company and TB and Clancy were the first guys I met in Rainbow Falls when we moved into the old brownstone house.They had a strange kind of friendship.Apparently it all started in Junior High; TB had done Clancy a favour by beating up an older kid caught trying to pinch Clancy’s lunch money. TB was like that; he hated unfairness. But th...

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Author bio

I've had five novels released by the Dartford-based speculative fiction publishers Elsewhen Press. I've also self-published a collection of short stories and had my work featured in a number of anthologies.