Eric Falvey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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“The Kiss of Death.” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #290

She kissed me like she always had—soft, lingering, like a promise. A promise that had long since been broken. And I let her. I let her lips press against mine for that one last moment before I stepped away, because despite everything, some part of me still wanted to believe.The air between us hung heavy with unsaid things, with a past we had both burned down in different ways. I had built a life for her—paid the bills, put her through school, bought her the furniture she had pointed at in department stores, paid for the little things she swo...

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“Fragments of a Hollow Self” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #289

The bathroom smells of cheap cologne and regret. Dim fluorescent lights hum above, flickering in protest against their own existence. The cracked mirror reflects a man I no longer want to be.My fingers tremble as I peel off my worn-out hoodie, the fabric damp with the sweat of anxiety. My eyes dart to the locked door, then back to the duffel bag at my feet. Inside, my salvation. My metamorphosis. My escape.The first outfit I pull out is a pristine suit—charcoal gray, tailored, sharp enough to cut through the haze of self-loathing. I slide in...

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“Through the Eyes of the Storm.” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #288

TW* DepressionTW* PTSDThe wind here never stops. It howls low and steady, a constant whisper against the jagged cliffs, a voice that has forgotten how to speak in any tone other than mourning. The sky, forever pregnant with the weight of a storm, swells above me, bloated with clouds so thick and dark they seem carved from the abyss itself. And the sea—God, the sea—churns endlessly beneath the cliffs, a restless, foaming beast gnawing at the rock with the patience of eternity.This place has no name, because a name would mean someone once had ...

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“The Funeral” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #205

*TW Substance abuse (Alcohol)--Mental Health--Suicidal Ideation—-Language.Here I was dressed in black, prepared to say my last goodbyes to someone I thought I would share my life with. I suppose that's one of the greatest fallacies we suffer from as people; the idea that something could last forever in a world where nothing lasts forever. Then again, this could just be my embitterment talking. I had a tendency to "detach myself from humanity in moments where I might have to show vulnerability...." according to my therapist at least. And yet,...

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“The Fox and the Bear.” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #171

I remember the first time I saw her with a sharp, vivid fondness. I was on the train on my way to a job interview at just 20 years old. At one of the stops, she climbed on. She was wearing a royal blue dress with golden yellow sunflowers on it, which I would later learn were her favorites. Her beautiful chocolate skin glowed with a type of intense energy which I had never experienced before. The way her curly hair bounced up and down against her shoulders with every step, mimicked the beat of my beating heart, which was pounding in my chest ...

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“The Island” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #151

The resources here are scarce. During the daylight, I conjure endless possibilities in my mind of making an escape, returning to the world that I have lost. But as the night sets in, the ensuing darkness does not extinguish the light from the sky alone. In those moments I am cold, helpless, and alone. In the consuming darkness there is no hope, no dreams, no God, only the cold empty blackness.This is not my first time being isolated on this island. I have tried many times to paddle myself out to the open water in hopes of finding a vessel to...

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“The Dragon and The Raven.” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #149

The light from the rising sun flickered through the slits in his cheap motel blinds. The gentle breeze flowing through the open window pushed the blinds forward, creating a fluttering, rhythmic clattering as they bounced off the plaster walls bordering the window frame. He opened his eyes, softly groaning as the harshness of the light collided with his whiskey-soaked blue eyes, which were suffering the effects of his nightly ritual. He slowly sat up, blindly reaching for the nearly empty bottle of Hibiki Japanese whiskey he used as sleep aid...

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“Past. Present. Future.” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #146

*TW Language. Depression. Suicidal Ideation. Depression.To: PASTSubject: FUCK YOUSender: PRESENTCC: FUTUREI am writing this letter from a place of anger and disgust. I am enraged when I think about just how much you have robbed from me. I get even more incensed when I realize that you never cared. You never factored me into your decision-making at all. You seemed to just run roughshod over everything in front of you, without any sort of cognitive consideration at all. Who I was to you then, was just fiction. It was clear that you never belie...

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“The Diary of an Invisible Man,” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #145

*TW Profanity*I had never imagined my life like this. Looking around in an overstuffed storage locker at the odd collection of things that had represented my journey. No, pictures, no accolades, nothing to suggest that I had even existed. At 32 years old, every artifact in my life was a lifeless piece of junk. Just another meaningless entry into the diary of an invisible man.This was never my intention. There once was a time where many around me would have imagined that I would excel socially, and wind up successful. I was certainly smart en...

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“Enigma in a One-Star Town.” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #141

I couldn't believe what I was looking at. As I continued to read, I could feel the blood pulsing through my veins. Very expensive. Didn't understand the food. Why did I pay $50 for a small piece of meat, red wine sauce, and "black truffle dust?" Small portions and over priced. Service was good tho. 1 Star. I had been in the restaurant industry my whole life, so the occasional poor Yelp review was nothing new to me. But this? This was the first Yelp review in my first restaurant after opening night. This review was the first thing that a...

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“In Remembrance Of All The Things I May Never Be ” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #140

*TW LanguageI remember the last time I had spoken to her with far more clarity than I do the first. It's a funny trick life plays on you, the way it blends the good memories all together into one indistinguishable blur, and yet, the bad stand out like the blood from a beating heart dripped onto the crisp white snow. This particular bad memory was neither the beginning of my story, nor the end. It instead served as a complexing, unending tide, wearing against my newly built faith. It is those moments I struggle to reconcile with. The anger th...

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“A Meeting of the Minds. ” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #124

*TW* LanguageIt was a dreary Saturday. Of course, everyday had become a bit dreary for me these days. Stuck in the mundane, a spectacular waste of braincells and potential. Wasted away and living the life of a settler. That's what I call them, the people who build their life on repetition and consistency. The kind who work at the same job for 50 years, thinking that their hard work and servitude ACTUALLY means something to the rich pricks who own the company. The kind of people that live their entire lives with the goal of getting married to...

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“Madness & Melancholy” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #123

TW: Language, Substance abuse. Ben Stein said it best as "Dr. Arthur Newman" in the movie The Mask. "We all wear masks, metaphorically speaking.I suppose for me, it all began as a child. My father was not a particularly nice human being. He often showed his affection for his family with a flurry of fists, but it didn't stop there. He was master of gaslighting, and after a beating, he would whisper in our ears with a brand of brutal magic that made us believe that what had just happened was our fault. We did this to ourselves, because we were...

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“Was I Ever Really Here?” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #122

*TW Mental Health/ Substance Abuse.I held that plush in my hands for what seemed like a century. The line was so long it nearly wrapped around the store. My dirty fingers had begun to sweat, leaving ashy fingerprints across the white underbelly of the purple stuffed bear. The voices in my head had begun to swirl, whispering ice cold words into my ear."What's the point? She doesn't even know you exist, and even if she did, it's not like she could love you. Look at yourself, you're an embarrassment!" the first voice hissed."Shut Up!" I growled...

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“Love-Lost Purpose” by Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #120

Ziad K. Abdelnour once wrote "Time is a currency that we can only spend once."What an interesting dichotomy this belief presents. The world is divided into two types of people it seems; the "Live for the moment" people, and the "Build a foundation for a better tomorrow" people. One group wears their heart on their sleeves, takes bold chances, lives fast, and throws their whole souls into whatever they do. The other class, uses caution, and logic. They strategically build their lives up around them, wagering that they will live long enough to...

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33 year old author and screenwriter based in Los Angeles CA.