Gabriel Savage

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2025

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“Static Reverie” by Gabriel Savage

Submitted to Contest #289

The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. There’s a dull hum of fluorescent lights flickering overhead, the kind that never quite stay on, like the world’s forgotten how to be fully awake. The bar’s a dive—grimy, the walls soaked with a history of bad decisions and stale beer. It’s just another place to drown out the noise of the outside world, or at least pretend the noise isn’t there. I find myself staring out the window, watching the headlights paint the street in that same frantic, artificial dance, like the city’s trying to s...

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“Places to Hide” by Gabriel Savage

Submitted to Contest #289

I used to think some people were born incomplete, like the universe got distracted halfway through making them and just let 'em loose, unfinished and jagged at the edges. My old man? He was one of those. All the necessary parts but no spine, like an unassembled engine rusting away in some forgotten backyard.I didn’t think much about him growing up—not like the other kids did, sitting around wondering why their fathers weren’t around. I didn’t wait by the window on my birthday or fill my head with questions I already knew were too big for my ...

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“Bad Habits” by Gabriel Savage

Submitted to Contest #289

I loved her like a bad habit—intoxicating, destructive, impossible to quit. And like all bad habits, she tasted best at 2 a.m., wrapped in smoke, whiskey, and the kind of familiar regret that lingers longer than it should. I swallowed hard, but all I could taste was the mistakes I already knew I’d make again. The bed was empty—of course it was. She never stayed. She wasn’t the type, and I wasn’t the guy you stayed for. Wasted. I reached for my cigarettes. Lit one. Took a drag. The sun was bleeding through the faded blinds, painting the room ...

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Author bio

In a city of faded lights, and a state of jaded dreams. — Writer, musician, spectator & broken visionary —Cynic with a soft spot for the chaos off-screen.