Edgar Diamondclaw

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Clusters ” by Edgar Diamondclaw

Submitted to Contest #105

CW: suicideI read these words, and I am not yet dead……the terminal was crowded with anxiety and lifeless eyes. The air itself seemed to squeeze your chest the more you breathed in. We saw the bodies of suicide strewn about – it’s strange how unaffected we were by this; I suppose we understood why…. I continued to hug the head pressed into my shoulder as I guided her through the labyrinth of teary faces and scattered luggage. Maybe I was just conditioned by years of strict routines, but I wa...

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“Girl Wendy's Fan” by Edgar Diamondclaw

Submitted to Contest #99

Lord sweet child, it is too damn early for these VAPORS! Wendy thought to herself with a smile as she clicked on her handheld mini fan, the kind with water in the handle that could be spritzed on the irradiated target. She held it inches from her face, taking in the room around her:I got my kitchen - check. I got my wakeup joejoe (iced joejoe today) - check. I got my light blue wallpaper with that cute little morning glow - check. I have my window view - check.....And I'm 35 today.... fuuuuuuuuuck. Check me ...

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“Shadows In A Grove” by Edgar Diamondclaw

Submitted to Contest #98

I don't remember much from the outside - we lived in a small grove. I always had food there, as there was plenty of vegetation and animal life. It rained often enough, there was quiet, and I even crafted my own hammock to hang between the greenery. That was pretty much it - I had a wife and some children, and this was our home. Sure, we always knew about the Masticators, but they always seemed so far away....*****I'll never forget that fear: I was away from home when the Masticators emerged from the cav...

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“A Spec Of Dust” by Edgar Diamondclaw

Submitted to Contest #97

A cube of blackness shrinks from the bottom-up; a golden line silently lifting the dark floor as thary orbs begin to wiggle to life. And this wiggling is far from groggy: Chained together in an undulating dance, these chaotic orbs oscillate their sprouting hysterics down the amorphous web of vibrating euphoria. Bouncing in place with crescendoing intensity, prismatic song erupts from each globe as it excites with an upward jolt, emitting currents of spectral sound that glitter and rejoice before jerking back down, all in synchronized harm...

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“The Trees” by Edgar Diamondclaw

Submitted to Contest #95

…I shouldn’t be able to tell how small this room is in the dark, but somehow I feel its compression. The motionless abyss hides all in plain sight – strangely, there is comfort in that. I don’t have to move, don’t have to think, don’t have to look ahead or behind; I simply exist away from time. I’m not sure how or why, but I feel myself standing up, blindly stumbling a few steps, slowly lifting my arm, and groggily twisting the hand...

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