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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2021
Submitted to Contest #113
Everything was loud and quiet at the same time. The air was deathly still as everyone waited for the jury to finish deliberating. The ticking clock on the courtroom’s wall sounded like miners’ pickaxes against solid rock and I could hear the rush of my own blood in my ears like the waters of the mighty roaring Niagara Falls. My heart beat as deafeningly as a battering ram against an ancient castle’s wooden gates. My pulse raced like a thousand charging cavalries in battle. Despite the cold airconditioned room, I felt sweat form under my hair...
New York City, NY. At 4:30 in the morning, while it was still dark outside, Joseph Jacob Coates awoke to a knock on his office door—well, cell door really. It was one of the hospital’s nurses. He fumbled for the light switch on his desk lamp to turn the light on and rubbed the last stubborn remnants of sleep from his bleary eyes. He squinted and checked the wristwatch lying on his desk beside his bed and shuffled over to the heavy metal door to open it. “What is it?” he asked, flipping the room’s light switch on. “Sorry to wake you up, Joe—D...
Dark angry rainclouds roiled above like a stirring witch’s brew in a cauldron and the thunder rumbled like Zeus’s empty stomach. Sharp flashes of lightning exploded, illuminating the sky like camera flashes at the red carpet, followed shortly by the gentle pitter-patter of the first rain of the season. Samuel Ihle stood in front of the living room bay window of his San Francisco Victorian and watched as the droplets of rain raced down from the top of the window pane to the bottom. It amused him then as a child, it amused him now as a fully g...
Matt Folger stuffed the last few items in his carryon luggage and zipped it up. After finishing packing, he looked up and smiled fondly at the pictures on his nightstands. On the left was a picture of him and his girlfriend Abigail after their high school graduation ceremony. On the right nightstand was a picture of his parents in their twenties. It was taken in the Philippines where they had met. It was where they both served during their time in the Peace Corps. They were sitting on a fallen branch by a river with a native boat and boatman...
Submitted to Contest #110
“Meet me at Bob & Jude’s,” the note read. It was signed, Dagger. I read the little note written on the back of a café receipt once more before turning into the back parking lot of Bob & Jude’s Roadside Stop, a roadside diner along a dusty, lonely Colorado road. I parked my black Impala in an open spot, put the gear in park, killed the engine, then locked my steering wheel in place. I got out, locked the door, and slammed it shut. It felt good to stand and stretch my legs. I had driven all the way from California to Colorado, which to...
Submitted to Contest #109
My name is Father Gabriel Collins and I have been living a double life. No, this is not a confession about some hanky-panky going on between me and some altar boy or a married female parishioner, or a beautiful young novitiate at the convent the next town over. It breaks my heart that those things happen, but I am not one of those priests. This is about my day job. And my night job. Why does a priest need to have a day job and a night job, you ask? Because our town has been ravaged by a vile demonic plague. We are surrounded by and overran w...
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