Enn Wren

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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4 Stories

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“The Boy, the Mother, and the Witch's Wind” by Enn Wren

Submitted to Contest #222

The boy was only 3 years old at the time, but already showing signs of oddities. The first one occurred on a December morn, in the early hours of dawn before the birds woke. The mother rose from a nightmare to the faint sounds of her son, the boy, speaking to someone in his room. The voice was masculine, old, and gruff. The mother panicked, fearing that some intruder had forced his way inside the house and was attempting to kidnap her boy. She cautiously sprang to her feet, grabbing the hunter’s knife from under her pillow and quietly crept ...

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“6 days 5 hours 46 mins 14 secs” by Enn Wren

Submitted to Contest #186

PART 1“I’m thinking of getting a new pot for you. I think your roots are getting too crowded in there.”“That would be nice. How would you get the pot here?”“I could order it and have it delivered. I’ll ask them to leave it outside my door. Or maybe I’ll ask my mom.”“That would be nice.”“Yeah. Okay. I’ll do that— for you too, Shiva.”“Thank you, dear.”“Shiva, you have enough water?”“…”“…Shiva?”“Oh yes, I have enough water. Maybe even too much.”“Too much?”“Well…I don’t drink much. It takes me a while to get through the amount of water you give ...

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“Runner at Night (About a Boy)” by Enn Wren

Submitted to Contest #92

Preface I can taste it now. As the sun sets over that green-greyish building. It peeks through the cracks of the blinds, making gold lines across my face. I can taste it. It won't be long now, I think, before the sun is gone and I'm completely in darkness. Then the sadness will really hit me. I’m scared of what might happen. The sun is almost hidden now behind those trees backing that green-greyish building. The golden lines across my face are fading. It seems the streets are getting quieter. Maybe the streets are getting sadder.&n...

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“Light Port Station” by Enn Wren

Submitted to Contest #76

“Hi, do you have an extra charge?” “Oh,” I stutter. “Yes…Um, here you go.” I hand him my light port. “Daalu,” he smiles. “My portal always dies.” He pairs his light port with mine. I notice he does it incorrectly. I don’t say anything. “Nabata. My old one used to die a lot in the middle of my time transits.” “I don’t even know what I would do if I lost charge during a transit!” He hands my light port back to me. “Yeah, the first time it happened to me, I was on my second njem alone. I got stuck in 56.1304° N, 106.3468° W.” “Wow. What is prot...

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