Freedom Leigh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2023

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Faced With Change” by Freedom Leigh

Submitted to Contest #284

“Gus! Gus, I got a telegram for you!” Thirteen year old Buckley Shawson came running up with the piece of mail in his hand. He had recently gotten the job of delivering the mail that arrived on the new train passing through their small village, and this was the first time he had been able to deliver anything to his own family. He handed the note to his older brother and held his breath expectantly.Gus carefully unfolded the note and scanned its content. He was silent for a long while.Buckley had grown very quiet beside him ...

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“Trial Through Desert” by Freedom Leigh

Submitted to Contest #204

The woods were silent as he glanced frantically around. Too silent. “Jesse!” The doctor’s voice quivered. “Where are ya, boy? You didn’t die out here, did you? I know it’s been a long time since I last visited you, but remember that knife I gave you? You might not remember me, but you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m your dad, Jesse. I wish I would have come up here to visit you more, but I was so busy with all of my patients.” There was no sign of movement, nor any sound indicating the boy’s presence. “Come out now, Jesse. I need to talk ...

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“Escape!” by Freedom Leigh

Submitted to Contest #197

The day was hot and dusty, but Johnny knew that it would cool down during the night. Southern Arizona’s nights could freeze a body’s bones sometimes, but he would be moving. Moving as he never had before. Just twenty minutes more. Twenty more minutes and most of the guards would turn in for the night. Only Hopkins would be lift on duty, and Johnny had observed Hopkins for two nights. He was lazy. Why they used him for guard duty Johnny had no idea, but no matter. He was glad they did. With Hopkins on guard, Johnny could escape the prison cel...

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“Vedero” by Freedom Leigh

Submitted to Contest #192

The door was bright with scars as the moon shed its light down on the front of the old apartment building in Detroit, Michigan. Vedero pushed it open and walked into the main room. The floor groaned under his weight. The same groan he’d heard for eleven years. Every time he trod the warped floorboards of this entryway he heard it. It had only gotten louder as the years passed and he grew to be a man.All of life seemed to be that way. An endless cycle of being born and dying. The same things happened over and over again. He wa...

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“Messenger Paws” by Freedom Leigh

Submitted to Contest #187

Midnight combs the plateau as the American lion travels along the escarpment to a narrow winding trail that descends to a deep river valley. Halfway down he stops. There is a strange smell in the air. Strange, but familiar. It is mixed with the smell of blood. He approaches slowly-cautiously. His ears pick up the sounds of a hurt animal.Not small wining noises, but low, deep groans. It is a man. Only once before has this lion been close to a man and he remembers the smell. Nevertheless, though he has a healthy fear for these creatures, he is...

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“The Outlaw” by Freedom Leigh

Submitted to Contest #181

The bay's hooves plowed through drifts of knee-deep snow as Smoky McRaven kept him mercilessly at a gallop down the winding mountain trail south of Quantrell, Montana. Smoky ’s breath came as sharp as his mount’s as they leapt down several snow-covered drops detected by the sure footed mountain pony. Born, raised, and broke in the mountains, the sturdy bay never missed a beat with his hooves, but all Smoky was thinking about was the cold, the pain in his side, and the four lawmen that were hot on his trail. To him the black mane of the drive...

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Author bio

Writing short stories is one of the many things I enjoy doing. I hope to learn more about writing a good story.