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Forrest Timothy Neakok

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2025

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Something started talking while I'm pissing.

Forrest Timothy Neakok

Submitted to Contest #305

“You know what, I quit.”The words came at the exact moment I relaxed my bladder.And for a second.Just some strange little second.I thought to myself,“Whose thought was that?”I don’t know if I said it out loud.The room didn’t change.Nothing creaked. No lights flickered. It wasn’t cinematic like that.Just warm, humid air, refreshingly cool feel of colored tile on the floor, the low hum of a fan I’ve been meaning to clean.I always blow through the fan before I go.But the words still echoed.Like they’d landed in the water and never stopped rippl...

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I apologize.

Forrest Timothy Neakok

Submitted to Contest #305

I close my eyes and pull as much air as I can from my nose before loosening my shoulders with an extended release.My chair is sturdy plastic. The seat leans ever so slightly forward, making me feel like I’ll slide if I lift my legs. The rigid back digs into my spine.My neck is loose, but so are my knees.Sweat slowly trickles down my chest, pushing its way through crowded hair.Maybe it’s my nerves.Maybe it’s the shifting fog creeping in from the massive stage outside, sticking to my skin like cling-wrap.The people outside rumble like students...

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The Door

Forrest Timothy Neakok

Submitted to Contest #303

It was early. We'd both just gotten up, groggy and quiet, bumping around the kitchen like we always did. My husband was fiddling with the coffee maker. I realized I left my phone charging in our bedroom.I walked down the hallway, barefoot, still half-asleep. I stop. The door.Our door.Our bedroom door.The door to our bedroom was gone.In its place stood something else — shaped like a door, placed exactly where it should’ve been. Same size. Same white paint. Same brass handle we picked out together at the hardware store three years ago. But no...

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Old Town Memories

Forrest Timothy Neakok

Submitted to Contest #300

“Hey, Mom. I was planning on taking a trip to Delhallow soon.”“Oh, that sounds fun. Where’s that?”I scoff, “What?” and laugh, “What do you mean?”“Sounds midwestern.”“It’s Oregon, Mom. What are you on about?”“What’s in Oregon? I bet it’s nice there this time of year.”“I wanted to see if I could find the old house, thought it would be fun.”She makes a confused little noise.“The old house...” Dad sips his coffee,“Do you mean the lakehouse in Carroway? Where I grew up?”“What? No, not Carroway.” I elongate the name: “Delhallow. Where I got lost i...

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