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Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021
Submitted to Contest #144
The city below Lukas’ apartment balcony bustled with the sounds of the Consumers - hundreds of people bustling to complete one tedious task after another. Like any city, Omni was a giant machine - fed by those willing to do the undesirable work. Today, a Consumer might be tasked to monitor a waste disposal drone, and tomorrow replace old sewer grates with new ones. Whatever unsavory task needed to be done to earn the credits needed to consume, the Consumers would do.Lukas sipped his latte.And, like the city, the Consumers also...
Submitted to Contest #125
Have you ever met the wind? If you'd have asked me that yesterday, I'd have probably answered "no".Well, first I'd have probably looked at you funny, and asked you "what do you mean? Have I ever been outside on a windy day ? Or, felt the wind blow? Well, sure. Sure I have."But, to answer the actual question directly, I'd have had to say I never actually met the wind. That was, until today.It started when my Garmaw took us to the prairie. (By the way, 'Garmaw' is how my sister and I learned to say “grandmother” when we were little...and ...
Submitted to Contest #96
April 18th, 1775I can do no more repair work on the boats today, I must rest. It’s been a full five years since a British musket ball struck me in the back and came to rest in my kidney. Five years since the surgeon cut it out through my chest, leaving me with wounds that have never fully healed. Some days there’s fever, other days pain. On the worst days, like today, I am stricken with both. I am weak with fever, and have no desire for food or drink. I can do no more today, I must recover. My hands tremble as I lock...
Submitted to Contest #94
“It’s just simple math: one deceased male, murdered by one defective robot,” said James Draper.“Maybe killed. Not murdered, this robot is incapable of murder,” Reid gestured towards the robot. “Look, some of these Commercial Floor Maintenance drones are over twenty years old. They’re designed to clean floors, that’s it. Very basic, almost analog stuff -- nothing smart. They simply aren’t built to make the complex decisions required to murder a human in any scenario.”The two men were assigned to the Artificial Intelli...
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