Edd Baker

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

Stories (22)

22 Stories

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“Frankincense and Myrrh” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #226

Frankincense. Myrrh. Lavender. Only but a minuscule number of the flowers, plants, herbs and resins the ancients would burn in far bygone days. When conviction in the ethereal wasn't a belief strongly held, but an inherent knowing. When man still feared the passing shadow, and gazed at the firmament with awe and terror at the raging tempest. Though it spanned many cultures and tribes, in a Jungian sense, this practice usually shared the same twofold purpose. On one hand, a sort of metaphorical cleansing of the person and or structure, c...

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“Pinyon Jay” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #224

CW: Very brief swearing.The sun hadn't even risen when Richard awoke Jean, the raging star still hidden beyond the firmament under the black of the void."Up up, kiddo", Richard said, his midwestern accent visible through the monotone gruff. "Emma apparently saw a sighting or something a few clicks north of here, but she's not sure. I doubt it's anything, but we're heading out that direction either way, so we might as well check it out.”Jean tried to mask her excitement as she tripped over herself getting dressed, assaulting Richard with a sl...

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“The Tome” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #223

CW: Some drug related humor, sprinkled swearing and brief disturbing imagery. Between an old, tattered hardcover of Dostoevsky‘s Crime and Punishment, and a paperback of Captain Underpants. That's where Steven said he had  stashed the shroom chocolate bar. When Jeremiah had asked Steven earlier that day why he hid it in the university library of all possible places, he responded that it just made sense at the time. Jeremiah was forced to go retrieve the goods himself, Steven currently under house arrest after he came home a few...

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“Cronus” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #222

CW: Sparse, brief language.The building itself was old, owing its origin to the mid eighteenth century. Though it had been bought, owned and sold for well over a century by various buyers, its Victorian architecture was present, always hidden underneath. A constant presence. As one stood on the main floor, gazing up at the mural covered celling of bygone religious convictions, and was in particularly low spirits, or themselves lonesome, you could almost imagine yourself as some archaic lord or vampire. Which is how Leonard felt at the moment...

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“Into the Great Mystery” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #220

The storm was fierce, rainfall battering down against the concrete like war drums, wind howling through the night air as if being ridden by unseen wraiths. Of course this was Seattle. Emily had, by her count, been taking refuge under the bridge for well over an hour, the dank concrete den proving to be a spot of good reprieve from the raging tempest outside. It was Friday night, which meant movie night at the Creek Mall, followed of course by a healthy helping of pizza afterwards at the food court. She had met Lucas and Chester earlier...

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“The Strange Travellings of the Archangel” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #216

This story contains brief descriptions of gore, as well as implied suicide.Journal entry, August fifth, 1712. It has now been, according to my count, three days since that mighty and terrible tempest descended upon us on our voyage eastward across the Atlantic, being already pursued by the relentless Captain Jericho. The storm threw us off our course and inflicted great damage upon the Archangel. With what little skeleton remained of our once great beauty, we drifted until the break of the new dawn, pulling upon the shore of an uncharted isl...

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“Conversations, before the war” by Edd Baker

Submitted to Contest #213

This story contains strong sexual themes throughout, as well as brief strong language. As Paul gazed upon the woman, and watched her lips open and close, her jaw rising and lowering with each word, he wondered if she was real or not. "Dude I fucking swear on my bubbe‘s grave, these are the best real girls in town", Marty had retorted to Paul’s protest about their late night venture just a little earlier, Marty speeding through downtown. "Trust me dude, you’ll love it”, Pete chimed in from the back, his drugged eyes gazing blankly out ...

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Author bio

Mid-20s dude from the Mountain States. Perpetually neurotic.