Hunter Whitlow

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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“CH3R” by Hunter Whitlow

Submitted to Contest #285

There was a time when I was the hot, new piece of tech that everyone wanted. I used to stand in the window of the Chrome Emporium while passersby couldn’t help but stop and stare. There would be lines out the door of every tech shop, corner store, you name it, just for the chance to buy one of me. I truly felt like I was the celebrity for which I was named. Sadly, that time has long since passed. My name is CH3R. I am, or was, the first ever humanoid robotic assistant and home performer. They used to call me “remarkable,” “lightyears ahead o...

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“The Package” by Hunter Whitlow

Submitted to Contest #282

Twelve times. The same package has arrived at our front door twelve times in as many days. On day one, I assumed it was my wife who had ordered it. She insisted it must have been me. On day two, I was sure she was playing some sort of prank on me. “Didn’t you say you took this back to the post office?” I asked her. “Yes! I swear I did.” She insisted. On day five, we made a little game of it. “I’ll take care of breakfast; you watch the peephole.” “Deal.” After a few minutes, I had finished making omelets. “Anything?” “Not a single delivery va...

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“The Spores” by Hunter Whitlow

Submitted to Contest #279

The worst part is that I feel fine. I’ve lived, as all remaining humans do, in constant fear of the infection. There’s no cure, and we can’t entirely prevent it, either. And yet, as I stumble aimlessly through the woods, waiting for the spores to take over my body, I feel nothing. If anything, I feel better than I have for the last nine miserable years. I’m no longer afraid. The thing I feared has come to pass, and now there’s nothing to do but wait for it to snuff my soul. I keep wandering, stopping to eat some mysterious berries. If I’m go...

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“The Meaninglessness of Seeking Meaning” by Hunter Whitlow

Submitted to Contest #279

Dear Mary, For as long as I can remember, I’ve tried desperately to make something of my fleeting spark of existence. It became clear to me at a young age that I would never truly become important. Instead, I can say with utmost certainty that, in the grand scheme of the universe, no singular human has ever been, or ever will be, significant. I know I’m no different. And yet, that has not stopped me from clutching and clawing my way toward something greater than myself. I’ve learned all I can and seen all there is to see. I met countless peo...

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