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John Bekeh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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Invincible

Submitted to Contest #316

Trigger Warning: This story contains references to mental health struggles and emotional vulnerability. The hallway was in flames. The heat of them had sucked all the oxygen from the air, and now the flames were eating up the walls, roaring, blackening the pictures in their glass frames. A crash somewhere. An explosion. Glass and wood fragments raining down. And a little girl screaming. He crouched at the mouth of the hallway and waved a hand before his face, trying to clear the clouds of black smoke that choked the air from his lungs. The...

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Stardust

Submitted to Contest #314

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of grief, loss of loved ones, and suicide. It was still dark when she went out to the beach, equipped with nothing but a flashlight and a small ceramic urn in a leather bag. The urn was a gift from her grandmother, magic pottery all the way from the Orient to hear the old woman talk of it, and it had held her ashes when she died."There's power in these things," her grandmother said to her once. "Old, old power. Look, child. See the patterns on the belly? See the pale stars twinkling round about the...

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The Last Dreamers

Submitted to Contest #312

Trigger Warning: Contains themes of war, trauma, and brief references to violence and injury. 🔗 He woke first, in the dark and the cold of night, snapping awake from a fitful dream with a sound in his throat like a plea for help. In his dream there had been people in the streets, whispering and pointing, with arms raised high over their heads. People half-dressed and still softheaded with sleep. A red, red sky. Smoke on the horizon and the thunder of distant explosions. He stood among them in a silent wonder that grew slowly to fear, his eye...

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The Shape of Things

THE SHAPE OF THINGS."There's nothing wrong with you, Jackie."We sat together, on old logs partly covered by moss and a few fungal growths that poked their pale spotted heads out between my legs. Roy held a thin metal rod with marshmallows speared on it over our campfire. In his other hand was a large paper plate with two blue serviettes folded neatly on top of it."You're overthinking things," he said, his voice low and gentle. "Really. I bet you're just as good as anyone else, if not better. You just haven't realized it yet.""How can you be ...

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Alone

She was cold again. The wind rattled her bedside window, slipping frosty fingers through hairline cracks in the wall surrounding it. The thin pane of glass did little against the chilly January air; Margot could see her breath before her each time she exhaled, misting in a fine cloud that shimmered like dew on the cold glass.She drew the bedclothes tighter around her body. Through the window she could see the lights of the city below her, Christmas decorations still hanging in the shops and stalls lining the street, and people milling about ...

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The Exchange

He woke from a fevered dream into the dull grey of morning. A cold drizzle falling. The window blinds rattled in the teeth of a cold December wind. He threw aside the bedclothes and got yawning to his feet. The alarm clock on the bedstand shrilled a piercing tune and he turned to switch it off. He glanced at the naked woman sprawled on the bed with the bedclothes bunched in a heap around her and felt a brief moment of loathing. He didn't know who she was, couldn't even remember her name. Last night had been a haze of smoke and drugs and whir...

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Whatever Happened To Wilson

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Wilson Scott, his shoes slipping on the frosted pavements and his scarf blowing out behind him in the wind like a banner, made his way downtown on that cold winter evening. He had on an overcoat, thick as felt, and a cigar sitting dead between his lips. The wind had sucked out the smoke, sucked out the flame on his lighter too so that when he struck the wheel not even a spark flashed in the gloom, and now it pulled on his scarf and stung the bare skin of his nose and cheeks. ...

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