Eric Bell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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“Grime” by Eric Bell

Submitted to Contest #85

“That’s the thing about this city…” he thought to himself. “There’s never any doubt whether you’re the hunted or the hunter, the taken or the taker.”      Every night, Jerry walked this same street, and every night, he would see something that maintained his utter lack of faith in humanity. “It’s a good thing there’s no bridge on this route,” he would often think. He had actually changed his path home from work to specifically exclude one tall bridge already. Some days it was just too hard not to ...

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“Empty II: Forget” by Eric Bell

   Harold didn’t recognize this room. He had moved instinctually as he rose from the bed, joints popping like normal as he tilted upward and swung his old legs over the side and into his slippers. He hobbled with an elderly gate over to the sink to wash and brush and shave. Looking at the recessed sheet of polished metal before him, he didn’t recognize the face. Looking down, he didn’t recognize the sink.      His heart pounded in his chest as panic crept through him, and he turned,...

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“Our Biggest Fight” by Eric Bell

Submitted to Contest #83

   He could hear the cicadas singing as he broke the surface. The sound suddenly became unmuffled as if he had abruptly removed his hands from his ears. It was dark, and the stars and moon were dappled reflections about his waist as he urged his way free of the ocean’s embrace. He was glad he was here. This was a good choice.     “Lung cancer,” they had said. “Inoperable.”      Wasn’t this always the way it would go? Didn’t he always expect it?  &n...

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“Empty” by Eric Bell

Submitted to Contest #82

Harold gazed across the long infinity pool before him as the sun slipped slowly beneath the horizon. The vivid colors did nothing for him, as he mulled grumpily over the state of the world. How had things gotten so complicated?     He reminded himself to lean back, popping his rheumatic spine and trying to relieve the almost century worth of stress and tension that had bent it. The constant pain flared and ebbed with each crack of his joints. It felt better here, felt worse there. He had lear...

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