Luca King Greek

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

Stories (65)

65 Stories

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“Shades of the Prison-House” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #226

The glossy postcard from Australia depicted a lazy-looking town of empty roads, deserted pavements, and rows of identical little houses, each within a small square garden. To Simon Platt’s eye, it looked like a place for old-age pensioners and their fat constipated dogs. He flipped the card over and re-read his father’s short ‘miss-you mate’ message which was almost identical to the one he’d received a few weeks ago.Simon’s mother, Sylvia was exasperated at his disdain for their plans, “Your father says every day is like a summer S...

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“All Night Long (All Night)” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #224

Celine confirmed their status on the console, “Gale Crater Dome, only 162 million miles to go!”.“Then we make a right, or a left?” Mordecai joked.Celine flipped to a new window on the console, “NYX II is cruising at just over 20,000 miles per hour.  ETA is 6.53 on November 16th, 2038. Mars, here we come!”.“I hope it’s 6.53 in the afternoon”, said Mordecai, “remember to wake me if it’s a morning arrival”. They both laughed.“So, now what, Mr. Poet Laureate?”, said Celine, an inviting smile on her face as she swiveled the pi...

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“Battling Metaphysicians” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #223

Reggie was in a hidden room, the tower room, then he suddenly wasn't.“I swear it’s the truth; he gave us the assignment in the tutorial last week, while you were at the doctors” said Delia, a bit too enthusiastically, “Fitz wants a two-page essay at the end of the today”, she couldn’t quite suppress a smug smile when she saw Reggie’s alarm. She flipped open her ring-binder to a neatly typed document and read the prompt out loud,” Why is the world, as a whole, as it is actually, and not otherwise?” and she managed to sound arrogant,...

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“The Blood-Stained Shore” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #222

Old Hugh’s toothless jaw seemed to move independently from his skull, restlessly searching for its place. He picked up a beer in his cadaverous hand, sipped off the foam, licked his dry, cracked lips, and his craggy face relaxed for an instant, repose from constant agitation. “Give me a moment to savor this nectar, my dear”, he said, looking at Kelsey with hooded eyes that seemed buried deep in his skull, and seemed too intelligent to be trusted. His voice sounded like it was struggling to get out of his body, like he hadn’t u...

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“Remorse of a Depraved Heart ” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #221

Six Months PriorAt the prayer group meeting in Unit 2, at the Maine State Prison, half a dozen inmates found temporary solace in communion, an oasis of humanity in a barren place. Among them was a relatively youthful man of a broken and yearning heart., barely twenty-five years old. He hung his head and prayed hard, harder than any man should, so hard that he sucked a singularity through a cleft in eternity, he stirred up the spirits of the dead, the other prisoners could feel it, and it drew a rush of energy into the recreation room.&n...

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“As For Lynch” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #220

I received a call from dispatch: Joey Goodfray was down on the boardwalk causing some kind of commotion, but when I arrived at the harbor trail he was sitting on a bench, smoking, looking like crap, like he’d a had a few too many brewskis. I told him to put out the cigarette which he did by flicking it off the boardwalk and into the ocean, which ticked me off, but I let it go. Joey and I graduated from the same high school, a few years apart, but our paths had diverged. Cops and robbers from the same hood. He had a g...

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“Out of Place” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #218

The mozzarella cheese slides across the top of the marinara sauce, spills off the side of the pizza slice onto the red-hot electric element. Gray smoke spews from the toaster oven and the smell of burnt cheese spreads through the kitchen and into the dining area. Maki, the black dog looks anxious, if the smoke alarm activates, she will start running around, barking, go bat-shit crazy. I open the window above the sink, the ocean breeze pushes air into the kitchen, the smoke dissipates, and drama is averted.  Two crows...

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“The Lady In Waiting” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #217

Thaddeus Blue, dressed in his white and teal-striped pajamas, closed the secret panel and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark. Small pockmarks of light illuminated concealed passageways and hidden stairs owing to tiny peep holes and fissures in the fabric of the old house. From these vantage points a voyeur might observe the affairs of Cricklewood Hall, but Blue’s intent, aligned with that of the fabulous Mrs. Peacock, went beyond observation. Attuned to the gloom, he made his way toward the rear of the great house, to w...

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“Cow Sense and Nonsensibility” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #216

It was a pleasant enough day for a stroll in the country, a day hike from the Town of Ryton to Hinksbottom village. For Randall it was an opportunity to evaluate Debbie as a potential spouse, to do so at leisure and in isolation from her friends. For Debbie it was an opportunity to try out her new gun. Randall was an odd looking fellow, resembling a praying mantis from a distance, picking out long ponderous strides, one for every two taken by Debbie. Debbie however was an ordinary looking woman, perhaps thirty years of ag...

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“I Am Unravelling” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #215

There’s urgency and chatter in town about Lee and how he’s going to arrive on Saturday bringing a ton of shit with him from down south. He is one evil son of a bitch, getting stronger by the hour. He killed on the islands, and now he’s headed to Truro, where they’re probably scared witless. When he gets here on Saturday, he’ll still be in a fighting mood, knives out, ready to rumble, like when Bob came through here years ago, ripping stuff up and spreading terror. More than a few kids in town were named after that evil mo...

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“The Blue Blazed Path” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #214

Tabatha looked in the bathroom mirror and hardly recognized herself. She swished to the right, twirled to the left, puckered up and air-kissed the mirror, but without her trademark make-up she looked just like the girl next door. Arista was standing behind her, arms folded. “Very good, very convincing, but can you also do something about the clothing? We’re in Maine, not LA, and we’re going hiking, not pole dancing.”. Arista handed her an LL Bean T-shirt, at least two sizes too big. Tabatha took it from her and held ...

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“Untethered” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #212

This is a story about a letter. Like the letter itself, much of this story is true, maybe all of it is true? But then again, maybe it’s just the invention of a creative mind, or mis-remembered events and conversations? We may never know.Of the biological father, Mum seemed a bit vague.  Maybe he was half Indian and half Scottish. Maybe he was a doctor or a surgeon, or an aspiring movie producer. Maybe his first name was Ellis, or Elliot. For sure he was a philanderer, for sure he didn’t know I exist, n...

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“Miss Charlotte's Specialty” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #211

A purple book upon her lap, Charlotte was nodding off in the winged armchair by the open French doors when Alys Jones, the generally put-upon cook, cleaner and nursemaid of Brynderwen Hall came into the library, prodded her on the upper arm, alerting her to the presence of a young man. “Visitor for Mister Koenig, a Mister Nigel Brandford”, she said loudly into Charlotte’s good ear. Alys turned to the pasty-faced young man with the thinning hair in the ill-fitting, rumpled, and shiny gray suit who stood on the threshold of the libra...

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“Farmer Finds UFO in Iowa Cornfield” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #210

Duane Anderson, owner of the 200-acre farm on Sullivan Road, needed to get out of the house. It was a day of unique promise that was slipping from his grip under the influence of the TV screen. Frannie, his wife, was already installed on the sofa, a cup of coffee in one hand and a pop tart on her lap, watching the early morning talk shows. The Doctor wanted her to get more exercise, get outdoors, get the circulation back into her legs. What to do? What to do?“I'm gonna check on the corn”, said Duane, “I’ll be back so...

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“I never felt so much alike” by Luca King Greek

Submitted to Contest #209

TW: His Dad is a bigot, and it shows in his language.I’m just leaving Harrods on Brompton Road when a skinny young man waves me down. He’s wearing a white shirt, light gray suit, and he’s empty handed, so I figure he’s probably in the money business, going to the Square Mile.I twist in my seat to face the passenger, “Where are you headed, guvnor?”.He consults a piece of paper, “Saint Mark’s Place, off Wimbledon Hill….”.I’m stumped for a moment, “Isn’t there an old brick pub there? The… the Alexandra?”“Yes, that’s right!” says the m...

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Contest #244
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