Eimantas Brundza

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“A passing. ” by Eimantas Brundza

Submitted to Contest #118

I left it all, the life I had is buried behind me now. Never thought I could live like this. Dressed in rags, I have more holes in my pocket than a fishing net. No more unnecessary bloodshed, no more buttlicking advisors and emissaries. No more fancy dinners and parties or drama and intrigue. A simple life for me from now on. A commoner's life. This is the best life I have ever had, ever. I swear. A loving wife, three beautiful daughters and a son. Quite hectic at times but it's great, I love them to the bottom of my hear...

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“Cursed ones.” by Eimantas Brundza

Warning: Blood and gore present. Everything was ready for the ritual. A pimpiled claw shed a grain of amber, a witch eye and a tear of a mermaid into the cauldron. Red smoke puffed with a stench of foul agony. It was ready. After all these years, the power was within his grasp. Flames blistered around the bones of the last dragon. Rumbling with power they shook all six angles of the heptagon. Ross filled the bowl and fixed it between tree demon eggs. A dreaded laughter aided through the empty halls of the cast...

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“What if...” by Eimantas Brundza

Submitted to Contest #116

I don't even remember the last time I had the pleasure of being blinded by the sun, no one does at this point. It's been fifty years of us traveling over this wasteland we used to call home... and it's all my fault. When I first joined the institute I was just a lad, spending nights playing lol, chasing girls and illegally speeding with my mom's Nissan. They took me as an apprentice, as an intern, which means shit money and shit hours and well...more realistically, I lived there and didn't get paid, but the food was free and...

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“"Fredom"” by Eimantas Brundza

Submitted to Contest #114

“You wanna do something fun?” Mitch glared over a man and his tattoo on top of the forehead saying “fredom”. “Shoot, mate.” He raised a glass of orangey-purple stuff and downed it in one go.20 hours later....Nearby car's alarm rang like a thousand megaphones tied to his ears. With one honking at an intersection and another one bloating away with its bloody sirens on.Mitch eyes flipped open and he inhaled like a whole soul would be coming back to his body. Rolling off a mattress his back ached and his foot flopped onto a soggy carpe...

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