Eric E

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (22)

22 Stories

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“Imagine (the window)” by Eric E

Submitted to Contest #97

There once was a boy who didn’t have an imagination.  The boy’s name was Alex.  * Now, for you to truly believe this story, you’ll need to use your imagination. Isn’t that a paradox? To believe something about a kid with a missing imagination by using your own? Anyways, back to Alex. When Alex was 2 years old, his parents- who were loving and devoted- started to notice things. They would read to him, and he would just stare straight at them, eyes unflinching, vacant. Even when they would get to the exciting part of the sto...

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“A Sound of Thunder and the Smell of Sulphur” by Eric E

Submitted to Contest #89

*Please note: There are graphic depictions of violence and suicide in this story. It is inspired by, but radically deviates from a play called Free by David Grant and Lord of the Flies by the inimitable William Goulding. Thanks for reading.*  Nothing can ever prepare you for your first time firing a gun. I’ve seen enough action movies to think that I’d be ready, but I wasn’t. Before it had even fully clicked that I’d sent a real bullet through Liam’s chest, there was a sound of thunder and the smell of sulphur. The sound gave new mea...

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“The Lake” by Eric E

Submitted to Contest #84

* Trigger warning: Graphic depictions of suicide*The night it happened, I knew something was wrong the second I opened my eyes. It wasn’t just that you weren’t in the bed beside me; that would have been normal enough. We’d both been fighting the battle against insomnia, and hadn’t won yet. It was a feeling. It was in my gut, buzzing electricity that said something isn’t right. Our cottage was silent. Too silent. I moved to the living room and began to look for you. The door to the back patio, and eventually, to the lake, had been left open. ...

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“Charles, Charlie or Chuck” by Eric E

Submitted to Contest #82

Charles Simpson was a nice guy. He was the kind of guy you wouldn't mind being stuck in an elevator with because he wouldn't make that awkward small talk. He would just ask you which floor you were going to, press the button, and smile. He was the kind of guy who didn't mind if you called him Charles, Charlie, or Chuck. The kind of guy that took life's hills and valleys in stride, and didn't seem to mind that by his 30th year of existence, he was still a single man. If you'd have asked him how he felt about that, he would have given you the ...

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“The Elevator ” by Eric E

Submitted to Contest #79

Nick Maxwell walked into the lobby of his apartment building holding his basketball in one hand and his gym bag in the other. He had his headphones over his ears, and they were so loud that the faint pounding of some kind of hip-hop beat could be heard if you walked past him. He pressed the button for the elevator and felt a little bubble of relief inside of him, in that part of him that was still a scared little kid who had heard all of the stories at night about the guys getting jumped or the fights in the park. The light hadn't turned on ...

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“The Zoo” by Eric E

Submitted to Contest #78

"Dude, I'm telling you...You gotta try it. Just come with me once and I promise you'll like it," said Danny.He was walking behind his cousin Mark, single-file, down the middle of the sidewalk, and was in the process of trying to convince him to come hunting."I dunno," Mark stammered. "Hunting? I didn't really think people still did that.""Course they do! It's the world's oldest hobby. Well, I guess it more started out of necessity, but eventually, it ended up a hobby," said Danny.Mark walked in front of him, thinking about how Danny was the ...

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“The Toboggan ” by Eric E

Submitted to Contest #77

Kevin did not want his father to see him cry. This wasn’t because Kevin’s father was a mean man. It was because Kevin knew that his father cared too much. If he saw him crying, then he would cry. And it would ruin the whole day. After what had happened, there had been more ruined days than he could remember. So he hid in the bathroom.…It was all because of the snow boots. Her snow boots. The morning had started normally enough. His dad woke him up for breakfast and they started talking about what they wanted to do during the day. Those days,...

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Author bio

I'm an English teacher that tries to find time to write and loves all Literature!

Shortlisted 2 stories ⭐️

Contest #259
Blink and You’ll Miss It – read story
Contest #221
Bella Ciao – read story