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“Phantoms Which Rode Upon the Wicked Winds of the Western Plains” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #277

CW: A brief section of graphic violenceBased on real events, though certain elements have been dramatized or changed for narrative purposes.After the end of the civil war, where brother had fought against brother, and father scorned son, the country had finally come to a dwindling simmer, unsure of how to proceed or what happens next. States once mighty and prosperous now lay at the feet of ruin, and a new world for all gleamed on the horizon. Arkansas, which had benefited greatly from slavery, now lie destitute, a great portion of its popul...

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“The Haunting” by Edd Baker

CW: Some swearing and drug useThe Hoffman house, which sat nestled between towering and ancient Douglas fir trees, lay behind a creek which ran a little over a mile. Come summer, it was often tradition for the Hoffman children to play in it, speeding down on boats and prancing around in floaties. Come the summer of '03, just a couple years before my passing, Ned, at least I believe his name was Ned, my nephew, or at least who I believe is my nephew, fell off his boat and almost drowned, thereby ending the tradition. I observe it now, an...

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“The Hot Black Obsidian ” by Edd Baker

CW: Violence The winding Boulder roads wrapped themselves like a serpent around the mountain, its covering thick forest which concealed it from the few stars and full moon which hung in the obsidian black. Daniel was driving fast, why, he wasn't sure. All he knew is that he was being followed. Eyes glancing every other moment at the rear view mirror, on the third look, Daniel could swear he saw a levitating fire in the black road behind him. It was cold, but perspiration covered his face like gloss. He continued driving, not sure of his des...

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“Salamander” by Edd Baker

CW: ViolenceThe storm was bad. In fact, it was terrible. Rain  falling from the sky as if an onslaught of arrows from a great and terrible legion. The wind howling through the night air as if alive and malevolent, seeking to pry apart the stones and bricks that shielded man and draw him out into the tempest.Leonard's carriage threatened to give in to the threat, a few times Leonard swearing he felt his carriage begin to lift. His horses neighed restlessly, and it took near all his might (which wasn't much, Leonard being a man of ra...

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“Olympus Mons of Mars” by Edd Baker

CW: References to drug use and some swearing When David awoke from his sleep, eyes bleary and ears still partly closed, he felt, perhaps for the first time in weeks, well rested. His sleep was good. The almost otherworldly kind. The  ethereal and eldritch obsidian that pulls you in, a sweet lullaby by the void coddling you on your descent. He rubbed the sleepy from his eyes, swinging lanky legs over the bedside and standing up. After throwing on a tee and sweats, he departed baby blue walls and entered the hallway, walking down to ...

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“The Bump” by Edd Baker

CW: Some languageJeff was having a great day. A fantastic day actually. His girlfriend of five years, and fiancée of four months, had just put in her two weeks of vacation at the office for their wedding and honeymoon. Jeff had done the very same last week. Secondly, he had just gotten a promotion today. This very morning in fact. After ten years of toiling away at a now medium sized tech startup, he felt as if the blood, sweat and tears were finally starting to pay off. The sky was baby blue, and white clouds drifted across the canvas. It w...

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“Seasons in Change (According to Chester Hoffman)” by Edd Baker

CW: Some swearing.Author's note: Wrote this as a companion piece to a previous prompt submission, but this is intended to be read as its own standalone story."You always think you know what's best, don't you? Fine by me, I don't care, just don't drag Chester into it. Just cause you're dooming yourself doesn't mean he has to suffer the same fate. I guess we're all doomed though, so maybe it doesn't matter. Actually, do what you want, I don't care."Those words had been haunting Chester's sleep for the last several days, prying into his dreams ...

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“The Photograph” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #244

CW: Language and some sexualityThe Seattle rain and ashen clouds that had accosted the rainy city denizens the past three days had finally let up, like the story of Noah a dove landing on Dan Porter's penthouse window ledge as if beckoning that the storm was over. Sunlight streamed in like flood water, and there was no need to turn on light as the bedroom was fully illuminated.It was a Monday, which Dan much like everybody else despised, but he would be remiss to not admit the improved weather hoisted his usual dower mood a bit. He looked ov...

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“Horsetooth” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #240

CW: Language and drinking throughoutThe breeze had picked up just moments ago, brushing Rachel's face and tickling her nose with the smell of water, the aroma intertwined like lovers with the rock and dirt of the Fort Collins Mountains. Even though cars passed by like city people, to and fro down the winding mountain road, the air had a certain calm to it. Reassuring, and warm."It's nice", Dan said, his window rolled down fully and the wind blowing his dusky hair back. "The weather, I mean."Rachel rolled her head from the window to Dan, a sm...

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“The Incident” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #238

Leonard stared at his chipped and faded CU Denver coffee mug, the vortex of Columbian ground beans almost a black hole of doom that threatened to pull him in. Though he didn't consider himself old (only recently turning thirty), he noticed that time moved faster the farther he progressed in age. This last week, however, seemed to crawl at the pace of a snail in a race determined to lose. To be fair, Leonard usually felt this way. Since back when he was a boy even. A creeping expectation of nebulous dread. That at any time, for any reason, so...

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“It Burns From Within” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #238

CW: Strong violence and gore, as well as some sexual themesThe rain had lessened somewhat, the heavy battering akin to the beating of war drums now but a gentle chatter. This was a blessing for First lieutenant Wright, not because his clothes would not get further soaked, his unform already drenched as if recently baptized, but because his line of vision was now clearer, and the less muddy the already dewy ground became, the better for travel. He looked up at the full moon, the light peeking through the thick canopy through whatever cracks a...

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“The Defiant Worm - A Millennium Vertere Story” by Edd Baker

CW: Some violenceGilbert had, just very recently in fact, stumbled across something. Something he shouldn’t have. Something big, and massive. Something so Herculean, the scope of it was perhaps immeasurable. And he believed that his life was now in great peril.Though, he couldn’t prove this. Actually, his life seemed to be going pretty good at the moment. It was March, nineteen-thirty-five, and along with fresh snowfall that had just begun last week and hadn't let up, he and his wife of fifteen year, Leah, had just welcomed their second chil...

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“Seasons in Change” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #234

The seasons had started to change a few weeks ago, slowly at first. Leaves shifting from green to orange, red and yellow, the gentle autumn breeze making for a prismatic snowfall as they fell from now naked trees to the Tacoma streets below. An oddly pleasing crunch accompanied the last of the moving trucks which pulled up in front of Susan's house, large men in boots and winter caps coming out. Harold, Susan's father, had been barred by Susan's mother, Rachel, from moving any more furniture out by himself, a few days ago tearing a ligament ...

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“The Great Hot White” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #232

CW: Brief descriptions of violenceThe harsh winter wind had deepened in severity, the gushes feeling colder, and gaining force, each blow by feeling like a scorned slap against the boys now ruddy cheeks. He sniffed, pulling the snot back into his nose before it became icicles. He couldn't see ahead of him, or behind him, a raging tempest of white encompassing him. A faint orange glow emerged out of the white behind him, with it talk that was muffled by the wind. The boy knew he had to go faster. The boy looked at his father, who laid on the ...

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“Mountain Dogs ” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #230

CW: Violence and brief swearing March fourth, 2024 - Things to accomplish, and various thoughts - Art's Jewelry Shop on the corner of thirteenth Avenue and Bram Street - Survey surrounding area. This includes: - Nearby and adjacent shops, stores, offices and restaurants - Go by Larry's for vehicle, as well as a few more details about the job. He has been quite sparse. For vehicle, preferably something with tread for the harsh Colorado winter, but also with speed in the event it is required - Find spare Uber or Lyft sticker. If I ...

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