James Larder

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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“On the precipice of understanding” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #213

‘Leave the women to it.’ Father led me out of the kitchen dining area, as he dangled a cigar in front of my nose. ‘This has been burning a hole in my pocket since dessert.’ He slapped me on the back of my shoulder.The sound of pans clanging and plates being scrapped accompanied us as we edged away. We had been dining since seven. The time was now past ten. I had arrived late yesterday evening, from London.My parents are disgustingly rich. This is their house, in the Cotswolds. Six bedrooms, three bathrooms, an acre sized garden- Bird bath, r...

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“Fresh meat” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #210

‘Why don’t you go back to your own planet? Ya gangly E.T cunt!’The alien waved back at the heckler, to try and diffuse his apparent distain and demonstrate that no hard feelings were held, but this appeared to make things worse. The alien still had not worked out why it was that humans got offended by the alien wave. Would the alien stop waving though? No. It was important to keep up with the local custom, as a sign of respect. Also, there was no way of them speaking Earth languages, just as it was not feasible for humans to speak Krotonian....

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“Work makes you free” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #206

CW: Genocide I held my little boy as close to my chest as I could, as the wooden box where we’d been trapped for God knows how long- Perhaps a day, perhaps a few, began to slow. The stench in the cart was putrid, like raw sewage mixed with sulphur and onion- That’s the best I can describe it. It smelt like hell. We were packed so tightly- Shoulder to shoulder- No room to sit. The short hours we did manage to sleep were standing. He was so brave. All the way here. He barely grumbled, just clung to me and I to him. I dare say that we kept ea...

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“The Peace Room” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #205

‘Are you ready, Rex?’Aleka moved to the side of the white and chrome room.‘Just gimme a minute, love.’Aleka paused. Rex sighed as he took the opportunity to gather his thoughts, in privacy. How had it all come to this?No escape was possible but even if he could, escape- Why would he? Escape to what? His life was no life. It was an existence, at best- And a paltry one at that. Yet, Rex was an old man. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be here. That is, he was no criminal- Never had been. And he’d always done his best to be kind to others, even when t...

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“The pianist” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #204

‘What’s going on?!’ The Master asked, as he woke, prematurely, from his hourly nap.‘Forgive the intrusion, Master,’ the maid said, as she shook the Master’s ruggedly handsome face, ‘But I thought you’d want to see this.’ The maid pointed over at a shadowy figure, who stood in the doorway of their humble household. ‘He’s been there for some time. Just looming, he was, on our delicate little porch.’The Master came to his senses and peeled himself off the chair, before stumbling towards the stranger, with trepidation. ‘Is he armed?’‘Two.’‘I’ve ...

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“Crumpet?” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #204

Libby grinded on Joe, reverse cowgirl, as Joe slapped her bum cheeks, for encouragement.‘Are you playing with yourself?’‘Yeah.’‘Good.’Joe grabbed Libby’s hips and lifted her off his erection, throwing her onto the bed. She was now on her back, as he hoisted her legs onto his shoulders and entered her again, forcefully.Libby moaned, as she held onto the grey, cushioned headboard.‘I’m close.’‘Take it!’‘Ahhh ahhhh!’‘Take it!’‘Ahhhh ahhhhhh- Joe!!!’Joe pounded hard inside Libby ‘til he came.‘A booooooom!!’Once he’d emptied his load, he promptly ...

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“Alright, honey- You can have your divorce...” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #203

‘Please stop hurting me.’‘Er….. Nope.’Colin punched his ex wife in the nose again for the third time that minute. This time, she vomited. Colin laughed as the sick spilled from her mouth and meshed with the blood that had already soaked the front of her shirt.‘Hahahaha oooops!’ Colin’s his ex wife passed out.‘Awwww- And you like that T-shirt as well, don’t you?’Colin asked his unconscious ex spouse.‘I know. It’s a good one. ‘Hope sweet hope.’ Clever. How much hope you got now though, darling, hmmmm? Pumpkin?’Colin’s ex wife’s head slumped li...

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“Wakey wakey” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #203

‘Who has a wake at an American diner?’‘It’s fine. They're on a low income.’‘They're poor you mean?’‘Deprived.’First man pauses.‘Broke.’‘We all live within our means.’First man laughs.‘Alright, Mystic Meg!’First man takes a sip of his vanilla milkshake from the rippled glass.‘Fuckin’ Cryptic Craig. Just say it like it is- They're skint!’First man then takes a straw from the holder in the middle of the table and puts it in his milkshake.‘Money does not a person make.’‘No, but it really fuckin’ helps.’First man takes a silver hip flask out of t...

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“Quack” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #203

‘You know you'll never see her again, don't you? Because of your actions. Because of your behaviour. Because of your delusions.’‘You’re wrong! You’re just blatantly wrong! I'm not crazy, man- You don't understand- No-one does- Except us- Me and her. You don't know what it was like. When we were together. It was otherworldly - Metaphysical - Heaven on Earth! We’re like Napoleon and Josephine. We chose each other- Outside the simulation! It’s a great love- A love for the ages! We know each other… And we have known each other- For aeons!’The ps...

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“The birthday boy” by James Larder

Submitted to Contest #203

‘How many times?’ Angela asked her husband, as she stabbed the sixth, skinny candle into the oversized birthday cake.‘I don’t know.’ Steve mumbled, as he pierced the wrap on the pack of paper plates with a steak knife- Pealing it away and crunching it into a ball, before tossing it on top of the granite worktop.‘That many then?’ Angela said, as she put the pack of candles back on the side. Steve stayed silent. ‘Are you not going to put that in the bin?!’ Angela then asked, acutely.Steve looked at the clear, crumpled wrapper on the sideboard....

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