LC Moran

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Cleaning Up” by LC Moran

Submitted to Contest #153

“Hey, uh, babe?” Hector called out hesitantly, watching the little circular machine roving around their apartment, sweeping up as it went. They’d had it for a while by then, and she was very much part of the family. But there seemed to have been a very recent development. “Oh hey, welcome home! I’m in the kitchen.” He received back. His fiancé was preparing dinner like he always did on Sunday nights since Hector himself worked a later shift. “Babe,” he said again, hanging his keys on the little hooks by the door, peeling out of...

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“The Correct Question” by LC Moran

Submitted to Contest #152

A young woman entered the shop with interest, trailed by another who was intensely watching her phone. It looked nothing like any of the other shops they frequented; there were no beaded curtains, no macabre decor, no neon signs in the windows. But this one had just suddenly popped up on her daily newsfeed, and she always wanted to visit a new one. The mass of bells hung in wreathes on the door, some clearly older than others, announced their arrival and a very normal-sounding woman called out that she’d be there in a moment. The cat in the ...

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“All Wrapped Up In Physics” by LC Moran

Submitted to Contest #149

“Whelp,” he sighed hard, sitting down even harder in his neighbor’s lawn chair. “Ain’t that somethin.” “It’s always somethin,” the neighbor’s wife said, wiping her hands on a dirty apron before accepting the beer her husband held out. “Ain’t it always somethin,” his neighbor summarized, cracking his own beer open. “How many’s that been now, three? Five?” “Well, it’s two this month already.” The neighbor’s wife spoke again. He always had a hard time remembering her name. He had a hard time remembering his neighbor’s name. Hell...

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“The Complex” by LC Moran

Submitted to Contest #148

Mrs. Harriet Beaufort was not sure when she started hearing them. The muffled voices that seemed to come from nowhere. The odd sounds that were unlike any bird or bell she had ever heard. The footsteps and banging that were sometimes right against her great room wall and sometimes so far away that she had to strain to hear them. But she knew it had been for quite some time, at least since her dear Edgar had passed. When it had first begun to happen, she’d been sure it was the war returned to her doorstep. Those awful soldiers in their...

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