Eddie Ihlan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Carnival on High” by Eddie Ihlan

Submitted to Contest #93

Content Warning: Drug use Hawson Creek’s summer carnival opens on a Friday night in early August. The night is mild as I stand in line at the admissions gate with Michael, Jake, and Chris, each of us trying to look inconspicuous as we pass a flask between ourselves. I’m supposed to be at work, but my boss has been giving me too many double shifts at the bar lately so I’m playing hooky tonight. The carnival has drawn half the town anyway, and I can’t imagine Pete’s Barhouse will be anywhere near as crowded as here. There are approximately f...

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“Shadows in the Snow” by Eddie Ihlan

Submitted to Contest #92

Power is fickle at the best of times where Uncle Harvey’s house lies out in the country. Being well over an hour from any major city and several miles from even small country towns makes maintenance for the roads and powerlines difficult to say the least. Any major weather threatens to shut the whole thing down, and it can take days for someone to come out and repair the lines. Knowing I can be stranded without power at any time, I keep a generator and a stock of fuel in the barn in case of emergencies. Emergencies like this one. When the p...

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“Write to Me” by Eddie Ihlan

Submitted to Contest #47

As you check your mail, you notice a letter that makes you stop in your tracks. The envelope is old and crinkled, and the paper has turned gray with age. Despite this, you know you would recognize this letter anywhere. It was the first letter you sent to your best friend twenty years ago. You and Angela were ten years old when Angela had to move across the country for her dad’s new job. The two of you had grown up together, and the idea of no longer seeing your best friend every day was heartbreaking. After Angela moved, your mother had bo...

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“Only A Story” by Eddie Ihlan

Submitted to Contest #46

The mountains in the springtime are less cold, but not much less wet. Snow drifts melt into sludge on the roadside, and the rain just doesn’t stop. I never quite shake the feeling of damp socks until June, but at least icy stairs don’t try to kill me every time I walk to my car. Above all, the transformation of scenery into the cool blues and greens of the rainy season takes my breath away every year. Usually my husband accompanies on my trips to the cabin, but as an accountant in peak tax season, he is currently too busy to take a mid-we...

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Author bio

I am a scientist by day, but want to write in my spare time. I am somewhat new to writing, and especially new to submitting stories anywhere. I specialize in horror stories, although this may not always be the case. Eventually I will live on a mountain. We'll see when.