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Drew Harrison

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2023

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The Sacrifides

Submitted to Contest #243

The grandfather clock ticked and tocked, like the great big heartbeat of the house itself. It struck 9, but no silly robin popped out and chirped at the hour. “Do you ever miss Noosance, Grandma Mavis?” I asked. She waved her hands dismissively with a “bah” and then sucked at her teeth. “Three coppers at market, all for a carving and some cogs—and like I told the fool who bought it, I was the one who ought to have been paying him.” She spat a ruddy wad into the pot by her feet. “Are you hungry, Gracie?” Mama asked me, squeezing my hands. “Pa...

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The King's Justice

Submitted to Contest #241

T’was on a night blacker than a cellar-dweller's boils that Aravel Lightsong, Chief Sub-Warden of the Veil Piercers, found herself amidst the reeking marshes. Her companion, one Satchel-Knight Ross, was a grumbler of the highest order, but even he couldn’t help but be impressed at how efficiently the two had worked: robed bodies surrounded the pair in a loose ring, save for the one who still stood. "I say, Ross, this cultist seems to have developed a case of the dreaded blade-in-the-back affliction," declared Aravel, twisting her knife to en...

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Borne by Storms

Submitted to Contest #240

The wind’s wail was a constant presence: it droned from the creaking window latches, from the thrumming stone walls, from the thrice-locked door that sagged and heaved with each squall as though the lighthouse itself drew breath. The wail settled into the kitchen and wrapped around Cade more tightly than the woolen blanket he wore—it draped over him as he slept, heavier than the patchy quilt he’d brought from home. Somewhere in his dilapidated chambers, there was surely a clock, but time and its precise, hour-long demarcations me...

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David and Sons’ Perfect-Crunch Toaster Oven

Submitted to Contest #239

The apartment door creaked as it swung shut. The lights were off, but waning sunshine cast through the blinds in lengthy ribbons, which settled over the crumpled snack bags and loose papers that covered the dusty countertops. Dishes stacked tall in the sink; two trash bags sat full and bulging, hanging from the knob of a closet door. Robert sighed as he set the grocery bag onto the stovetop, using its heft to shove aside the pizza box that still sat covering the front-left burner. Crumbs rained to the floor in a cascade; Robert dusted them ...

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The Midnight Oil

Submitted to Contest #238

Ethan stood behind the bar, polishing a wine glass to a spotless sheen. The buzzing drone of the neon sign at the door, a sound ordinarily swallowed by the din of raucous conversation and laughter, carried tonight above the hushed murmurs of conversation and the sharp clank of mugs set to the table. Of the two billiards tables—ordinarily mobbed with tipsy players who leaned on pool cues for support—one sat empty, its balls neatly racked. Darts were arrayed in even rows beneath the dartboards; four patrons sat at the bar, spaced like men at u...

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