Emory Pearson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Aika” by Emory Pearson

Submitted to Contest #196

I was shaken out of my slumber by a dirty old man attempting to remove my boots. I jolted off the makeshift mattress I had assembled on the gravel surrounding the factory. I thought I had found a hiding spot to safely catch a few minutes of rest before attempting to find paying work. But who was I kidding, there were no safe spots to hide on the streets of Manu. I shoved the leathered old man away and he fell backwards with a crackle. The gravel was laced with broken glass, metal shards and other non-identifiable scraps of refuse that clatte...

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“Perpetual Sidekick” by Emory Pearson

Submitted to Contest #195

With only three minutes separating them from glory or despair, Hilda and Natasha raced off the center circle with the determination of Scorpios. They were after all, both Scorpios, solidifying their friendship and locking in B.F.F. status. The ball rocketed into the back of net, deflected with precision off the top of Natasha’s head. The keeper didn’t stand a chance. Hilda's cross landed exactly where she anticipated Natasha would run to. Her constant awareness of her teammates’ positions and an uncanny ability to predict their movements set...

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“Child-less” by Emory Pearson

Submitted to Contest #194

I don’t know why I thought today would be any different. But I did.It’s five already, I’m shuffling to the kitchen for a mug of cheap coffee, sitting on the couch in the same spot I do every morning. Cal was already there like he has been for the past thirteen years, silently sipping his java and checking his schedule for the day. Looking up from his phone, he’s waiting for me to settle onto my cushion and take my first gulp of caffeine. “Mornin’ Beautiful. Are you as excited f...

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“Birdie” by Emory Pearson

Submitted to Contest #193

308 Walnut Terrace sat at the far end of the cul-de-sac. It wasn't unlike its neighbors; a stranger could easily mistake it for 306 or 310. The exterior was painted a light gray resembling the fog of an early morning by the lake. White trim boards framed the abode, and an oversized cranberry red door beckoned to be entered. Above the entrance, a semi-circle window invited the sunlight in for a visit. The interior was much like its shell; the walls were painted a soothing blue-gray that evoked feelings of living inside a nimbus cloud. Pine-sc...

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“The Ultimate Treasure” by Emory Pearson

Submitted to Contest #192

Esmé sat at her desk fortified by musty gray fabric board. She paused as a fellow worker bee buzzed passed the entrance to her fortress of corporate solitude. Esmé usually wasn't distracted by the activity around the office. She was laser-focused on her mundane administrative tasks and made a name for herself as the go-to person if you needed something done quickly and efficiently. She had her priorities straight, and work was at the top. In fact, her job was the only item on the list. To be happy in this world, you needed to accumulate some...

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“Speak Now” by Emory Pearson

Submitted to Contest #190

“Speak! Now!” My father boomed as we stood in the dark foyer, my shoes in hand and socked toes gripping the cold marble tile. “I’m sorry. It’s not—” “—It’s not what? It’s not what it looks like? I was fifteen once, too, J.P., and it’s always what it looks like.” He continued without acknowledging I was speaking.I had snuck out of the house for the third time that week, not returning until a little after 4:00 a.m. This morning...

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