Eric Falvey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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“A Meeting of the Minds. ” by Eric Falvey

*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 wit...

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“Madness & Melancholy” by Eric Falvey

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 ...

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“Was I Ever Really Here?” by Eric Falvey

*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 embarrass...

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“Love-Lost Purpose” by Eric Falvey

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 wil...

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“10 days ” by Eric Falvey

TW: Suicide ideation, suicide mention. There are 28,652.5 days in the average human life span in the U.S. It is hard to believe that the entirety of my life was weighed by only 10 of those. 10 days to hang on to. 10 days until I could have had everything I ever wanted, everything I ever deserved. 10 days and my heart and my mind would have been fulfilled forever, but she took that away from me. She couldn’t wait. She cut the legs out from underneath of me, and watched as all my plans fell over and crushed me in their screaming...

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“Introspection” by Eric Falvey

My girlfriend and I had just had a big fight. I found out she had been seeing another man on the side. What surprised me, was the fact that I wasn’t angry. Sure, it hurt, it definitely shatters your pride, but at the same time, I understood why. I wasn’t there for her. Women have needs, they crave emotionally intimacy on a level beyond what men crave, at least in my experience. She was a beautiful, vibrant soul, and she demanded, no, deserved, all of my energy, and I just couldn’t give it to her. I certainly wish it hadn’t come to this, I...

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“The Manuscript” by Eric Falvey

With the world descending into chaos, and panic flooding the streets, solitude became a welcome relief. In my time and training in the United States Army, I learned to find comfort in the silence. While most raced to various forms of media, I went back to my roots. I had bought this house after my second tour in Afghanistan. It was large, roomy, and built in the 1800's. If you listened closely you could almost hear the history in it's walls. It's two most adorning features were a large, antique, oak bookcase in the offic...

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“The Last Song” by Eric Falvey

I clenched my hands in and out, flexing the tiny joints and muscles that lay within. As I lowered my palms down onto the piano keys, I felt the familiar cold of the white ivory jolt through my fingertips. As my fingers took in the geometry of the intricate keys, I glanced down, mesmerized by the scars running across my hands. I warmed up, getting a feel for that gorgeous, rich sound; the tune of salvation, but also, my darkest demons. As my hands flew around the keys, faste...

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Author bio

30 year old writer based in Los Angeles Ca.