Joseph Viel

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2022

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“Fundamental Forms that Define Money, Currency, and Ultimately Value. The Logic of Cashless, Broke, and Impossible to Purchase. May I Define the Dollar?” by Joseph Viel

The meeting was called in secret. Forever known to history as 'The secret meeting on money'. The events went like this: The morning overcast is breaking up as rays of sunlight beamed through the vapor making up the layer of moisture that veiled any sight of the sun. Coffee and danishes accompanied the empty stomachs assembled at the closed door meeting of the individuals who sat in refutation of the proposal. Viral walks in, dressed for comfort rather than business. Loafers, jeans, and a 'Handball' sweatshirt referencing the American pris...

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“Trantic: How words are defined by the titles of stories they tell” by Joseph Viel

Sex and a Suicide; May I define Trantic?While the storms enveloped the region during the annual cycle of the atmospheres shuffling about the pressure differences that give rise to our weather. Dan Kult looked hesitantly out his vehicles window. The contrasting hues against the largely vacant, cattle heavy land weighed on his mind in what will amount to be a gift in understanding.He was struck by the vastness of the planet, the entanglement of actions that give rise to our existence, and the simple ability that it is to elabo...

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“Real Solutions, Morals, and B.S.” by Joseph Viel

COLORING:The trail around the pond had a recent addition among its scenery. A line of ducks, mallards actually; in single file line behind the mother." Look there are children without an adult watching isn't that bad " says Dina while wobbling into the water. Her statement goes unnoticed and she finds it hard to break eye contact with the well to do looking kids. She knows there is black magic here and cannot shake what is in store for these kids if they are out here alone. ' Being locked up in nature there has to be ...

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The coast was clear, beach sand glared in the reflective pattern of a kaleidoscope. "Half of the shipment was lost in transit, kale edge..." Said with a tobacco smile and cigar but ripe red in its cherry ember. Alm inhaled and held the toke strongly in his lungs. "That cut-throat bottom on the leading edge?" Questioning his decision that led to the disaster. "Nope, liquor and whores." "HaHa!" -The End. I am actually incredibly polite and reserved in real life.