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Emily Brownlee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Clandestine Operations

Submitted to Contest #81

“Let’s get something straight, Blade,” Nellie said aggressively as she strode up to the booth and slid into the seat across from her rival. “I’m not here to play games. Tell me what I want to know or you won’t be walking out of here unharmed.” The other agent maintained her cool, unruffled demeanour as Nellie entered. She sat leaning contemptuously against the wall of the booth, arms crossed and one leg casually folded over the other. “Glad you could finally make it, Onyx,” she responded, flicking her dark eyes over to Nellie as she spo...

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What Is To Be

Submitted to Contest #62

The brown-haired woman being wheeled down the hall doesn’t have much time left. She is fading away from grief, I think, seeing how tightly she is holding on to the tendrils of her past. She has interwoven the strands of her memory so tightly with every possibility of her future that it has been cut short. I look away. My attention turns back to the nurse administering medication to the few other patients sitting in the common area. She perplexes me. A strong, vibrant portion of her path points her away from this place, flashing like a neo...

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The Machinations of Man

Submitted to Contest #60

October 23rd, 2087. A bleak morning. It has been two weeks since the destruction of Toronto. They haven’t been seen today but I can still hear them tearing up streets and smashing buildings. The occasional scream of another poor soul lost to their terrible blades— “Oh come on, Hen. It might be the apocalypse but we’re not literally hearing people die left, right, and center.” Ella interrupted her bunkmate’s log recording, laughing at his melodrama. He was always more prone to overstatement on his masculine days. The two of them sat on se...

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Nimbus Novus

Submitted to Contest #59

“Now arriving at: Nimbus Prime. Please gather belongings and prepare to deboard.” A robotic voice gargled through the rusty speakers of the passenger cabin. Vallen’s lips tightened nervously and she studied the speaker nearest to her intensely to try and take her mind off of how afraid she was. It looked like an old tin can, she thought, imagining the robot announcer at the other end of the line speaking into a second tin can, connected to the first by a length of string. Her mother had told her about an archaic children’s tradition like tha...

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Innovation

Submitted to Contest #58

The Prime Space Station orbited serenely above the Earth, lights from various generators and power sources blinking red, blue, and green. Currently manned by a crew of three scientists, the station was modelling the latest in experimental technologies, including a gravity-controlled environment and an energy field enveloping the craft to defend against space debris. The energy field, a faint green net surrounding the station in a bubble, looked as though it would be humming like an electric fence if it could be heard in space. However, the o...

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