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Eric Smith

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

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A Fresh Start

Eric Smith

Submitted to Contest #295

From the street, the house was nothing to look at. A simple peaked roof over a box, front door surrounded by two front windows, chimney minus the smoke, and two maple trees to either side. Besides the realtor's sign out front, the house looked like a kid's stick drawing art piece. The realtor's sign had a big red "SOLD" sticker across the face, and the young couple standing next to the sign had huge smiles. This house was a fresh start for the young couple. New town, new jobs, and their first house together. While the couple stood out front,...

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Chet Armstrong Almost Heroically Saves the World

Eric Smith

Submitted to Contest #247

Stepping out of his Rocketship, Chet Armstrong waved to the crowd and flashed his trademarked smile (Patton number 9725). The Space Jock looked dashing in his bright red uniform and his dozen shiny medals. With perfect hair, the broad-chested rogue was hurried off the launch pad and into the general's offices. But not before blowing kisses to his fans.  "Chet! What the hell happened up there? You have caused us a universe of problems!" barked General Flag. "How was I to know that their hands were also their eyes. I thought he was offeri...

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Eclipse Escape

Eric Smith

Submitted to Contest #245

The rust-colored Mustang sped down the road. Although it didn't look like much from the outside, its small block V8 purred along smoothly. The stereo blared loudly, providing melodies that went along with the rhythm of the engine.   "Hand in hand in a violent life. Making love on the edge of a knife. And the world comes tumbling down…"  With the top down, the Mustang sped along. The driver and his passenger's black hoodies and cargo pants stood out against the duct tape and off-white cracked vinyl interior. Behind the wheel, C...

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Lessons From Jack London

Eric Smith

Tom woke to the sound of the chatter of his own teeth. Shivering and confused, he tried to open his eyes to no avail. His eyelids were frozen shut. Burying himself under his blanket, Tom had only two thoughts in his head. Where the hell am I, and why is it so damn cold. Outside, he could hear the icy winter winds howling. Curling himself into the fetal position and wrapped in his blanket was his only escape. After cocooning himself for a few minutes, Tom could finally and painfully peel his eyelids open. When he peaked out from under the cov...

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Dead Talks

Eric Smith

Submitted to Contest #221

Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Dead Talks. For those who don’t know me, my name is Tod Morte. I am head of research and development for Fantasmafono, your modern-day telecommunication company for those beyond the realm.  I assume everybody here remembers who Thomas Alva Edison was. He was born on February eleventh and October eighteenth, one hundred years ago today. Many referred to him as the Wizard of Menlo Park. He was the inventor of the light bulb, the phonograph, the electric pen, and advances of the battery. Many of his...

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Knight for Hire

Eric Smith

Submitted to Contest #217

A sword hung from the knight’s waist. He wore a brilliant suit of armor. With a mallet in hand, the knight nailed a sheet of parchment in the center of the town’s notice board. Knight For Hire Ogre Eviction- 200 Gold Pieces  Werewolf Taming- 100 Gold Pieces  Bridge De-Trolling-  100 Gold Pieces  Dragon Slaying- 500 Gold Pieces  Contact Sir Ronald The Brave No one took notice of him. The town’s folk went about their business. They’ll read it later, he thought as he mounted his noble steed. Noble might not be entir...

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The Agony of Fire

Eric Smith

Submitted to Contest #215

Sara hid behind her small bed in her sparse cottage. She clutched her worn bible and a small wooden cross, desperately praying. Her table and chair, the only other furniture in the simple abode, were pushed up against the door. Tears leaked from her eyes as she pleaded with her god for protection. She can hear the mob nearing her home. The door shook violently from the pounding on the other side. “Open this door!” yelled a voice. Sara tried to make herself small and unseen. More pounding and yelling came from outside. “In the name of our l...

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