Esa Manley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“Rapture Loaves” by Esa Manley

Submitted to Contest #230

Even aliens love to eat bread, as revealed by the rainbow-hued broadcast that eclipsed Earth’s skies with their massive mother-ships. The anticipation built from decades of sci-fi predictions crumbled when faced with the straightforward announcement. We were expecting vaporising photon rays from invading forces, slobbering tentacled terrors with razor-sharp claws and murderous intent. But no, instead they brought toast. Earth’s militaries were prepared for war, but our skies opened on interstellar friendliness alone. We eagerly poised our ca...

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“Hallucinogenics” by Esa Manley

Submitted to Contest #53

Summer is a natural aphrodisiac, isn’t that the way the saying goes? I have found it to be an outright lie. My girlfriend Jennifer has not had a desire for intimacy for weeks. Which has left me with blue balls akin to two sweaty Smurfs bundled into a sack. Her excuse is, “It is too hot.” This coupled with quarantine has left me in the rather uncomfortable predicament of having no alone time at home to crack one out and any alternative location like going down the park and slapping my pickle in the bushes has not been viable nor in truth wo...

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“One wish.” by Esa Manley

Submitted to Contest #52

I wish I could just go home. I wish I didn’t know how it felt to kill. I wish I never became the “Lunar Queen.” I wish for a lot of things and never wanted this to happen. It still feels crazy to think I Layla Fiann played such an enormous role in the current state of affairs. I would never have dreamed such a thing possible and to be honest with you, I suspect had I been able to take a peek at this future I would have considered it more of a nightmare scenario. It all started on the 17th January 2025, that was the day I received my lun...

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Author bio

Beware respectable folk, for this ink-stained scallywag spins yarns that drift like black clouds through darkened skies. Riding the turbelant waves of imagination on a surfboard carved from mermaid bones and disreputable dreams. Join me on my journey, Take a seat besides the proverbial camp fire and let me blur the lines between the reality you perceive and that which is truly out there. Will you dare to believe?