Lucius Doon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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“All is Well” by Lucius Doon

Submitted to Contest #239

The road has no end. Trying to make amends with my past. I make off-handed remarks to the intangible camera that follows my weary step. There is nothing left. I am tired. Hungry, weary and lost. I have paid the cost. I can’t shoulder the weight of my struggles standing still. I have to move. Aimless feet point west. Night falls on me like a leaden blanket. It is as heavy as it’s ever felt. It’s as dark as I have ever seen. Eerie. Haunting. Alone yet unafraid. I am the thespian that strayed from the stage. I was once filled with rage. It was ...

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“Tired” by Lucius Doon

Submitted to Contest #235

“You can't run forever,” I heard myself say aloud. Physically. Idealistically, nor emotionally.  You can’t outrun memories, feelings, regret, nor the past.  The past lives with us forever. It is who we are. Without the past we are nothing. Without the future we are never becoming. Becoming what? Well, that is the question. Can you ever truly become someone if you spend your life running?  You can’t outrun your problems. You can’t outrun your choices. The best you can do is accept the consequences.  Knowing this, and...

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“Redemption” by Lucius Doon

Submitted to Contest #234

“One hour.” Sheriff Walls sat with his feet on the desk reading the Brady Gazette. The usual drab and familiar reporting did nothing to excite his senses. He scrunched up the paper and threw it at the waste paper basket. It rimmed out and landed on the floor.  The man to whom the words were spoken said nothing. He paced back and forth in his cell. Ten feet by eight feet. It was a miserly existence and had been for some time, ever since he was arrested, charged with and found guilty of murder. His name doesn’t matter because soon he wil...

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“Memories No. 2” by Lucius Doon

Submitted to Contest #227

Flakes fall like soft summer rain. The gentle folds of snow waltz through the sky before their journey comes to an end. They caress the earth. Safety in numbers. Their existence depends on elements out of their control. The first snowfall of the season. There is such delight in taking a moment to pause and watch the snow. It is moments like these that make me reflect on my life. The good and the bad. The lessons I have learned and the path I am walking. The decisions I have made and the memories of those I have left behind. I lean back in my...

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“Memories” by Lucius Doon

Submitted to Contest #226

It was a difficult time in my life. Work offered me no joy. My friends were drifting apart.  I was feeling disconnected from those around me. People and things held no significance. I just couldn’t connect. It was fair to say that I lacked a sense of belonging. My ecosystem had changed, but I hadn't. Slow to respond. Lethargic. I failed to adapt to the shifting circumstances that reshaped my life. I had used time to my advantage. I worked hard, attained some personal and professional achievements, and had established my financial indepe...

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“Moving On” by Lucius Doon

Submitted to Contest #104

"Are you coming tonight?"They were the last words she spoke to me. Her voice was sincere, almost pleading. She wanted me to, I just couldn't. I had too much to do. I can recall the moment she stood before me. Her daring navy blue dress, low cut and enticing. Pearl necklace and earrings, dull in the pale light. Her hair, long with a natural curl that moved in the same way as her body. Her smile quickly disappeared when I told her that work would keep me home. I sensed her aura shift, she was dissatisfied with my response. The smile she had wo...

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“Not by Design” by Lucius Doon

Submitted to Contest #103

The path is narrow. It winds into the relative darkness, lit only by the faint light of a wilting moon. It is bordered by alien flora, waist high, spindly yet tough. The air is still. It is warm. Silence. I hear my heart beat. My breath is ragged. I focus on controlling my breathing. I look over my shoulder. Have I been followed? Of course not, it's just the paranoia. Is this what I have been searching for? Will I find it? After all these years will my journey end? I am scared and I am cautious. I am drawn forth, tempted by an uneasy re...

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