Lucky Ooog

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Mad Hope” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #170

I sit at the edge of my seat, facing my publisher. “So what do you think? Is it ready?” She looks right back at my eager face and rubs the bridge of her nose as if she is working her way through a headache. “I mean…” she sighs. “Honestly, Moses, what the fuck?” I can’t help but feel a little taken aback. Was ‘What the fuck’ a good thing? Like ‘What the fuck, I didn’t expect something this good.’ She doesn’t look like she’s praising me though. “So, is it… bad?” I ask hesitantly. “I didn’t say that,” she answers. “So it’s good?” I ask, feeling...

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“Midnight Dining” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #168

The train lurched, almost throwing me off my seat, and harshly waking me up. I had a pounding headache and badly needed a drink. Everything was spinning, even while I was lying down. My chin rested on something sticky, I recoiled in disgust and got up after all. I felt the stain with my hand, I must have drooled on the seat cushion while I slept. I wiped my mouth and took in my surroundings. The doors of the train were open and blowing in the cold night air. I had no idea where I was. There were no passengers I could ask in the train wagon a...

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“Irezumi” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #163

We pulled up outside the ramen bar we’d been pointed to. Daisuke was driving, Taiyo sat in the passenger seat staring out the window with his headphones in and I sat in the back, trying not to sweat too much. Daisuke tapped Taiyo’s shoulder and nodded toward the restaurant. Taiyo pulled out his headphones, stuffed them in his pocket, and reached for the door handle. His eyes were as lethargic and bored as ever. That’s what scared me so much about him, everything was routine. No matter what the job was, he always looked like he was standing i...

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“The Infinite Library” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #159

It was a twenty-minute walk from the subway to an unassuming boulder underneath a busy motorway. You wouldn’t even know that you were in a special place if you passed it by on the street. I could hear the sounds of engines far above me, but the street was deserted down here. I could have taken my car instead of taking the longer journey by subway, but I didn’t know how long I would be gone and I didn’t want to leave my ride in some random part of town, where it might get towed or broken into while I was away. I gently rapped my knuckles on t...

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“Soulmate” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #157

I was excited. The wind was blowing through my hair, I could smell the ocean and already see the island coming up. I was the only passenger on a speedboat pushing through the waves at breakneck speed. The island we were headed to was beautiful, like something from a movie, only in real life. Palm trees, white sand, and deep dark blue water underneath a tropical sun. Other than me, there was just the captain, a cameraman that I had been instructed to ignore as well as I could, and a girl from the crew. I didn’t know much about the show and ha...

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“Miracle” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #138

The sun was shining, the heat was sweltering and the streets were deserted. While the humans were having their siesta, conditions were ideal for my many six-legged brothers and sisters to go hunting for a picnic. We emerged from in-between the sewer grates by the hundreds, spread our wings, and rose up into the warm summer sky, swarming the market. Just like every other day, the scents and the smells were rich and enticing. The humans had gathered all kinds of fruits of the land in one place for us. Rice, from the far orient, a delicacy our ...

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“The Next Generation” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #136

I breathe in the cold night air and close my eyes. For a second I consider just walking away. Then I brace myself, step out of the shadows and onto the field. No sense in delaying the inevitable. The stands are empty, there is not a soul in sight. "We don't have to do this, you know," I yell out, loud enough for my voice to carry into the far corners of the stadium. "You could just walk away." A few moments go by without anything happening. I already hope that she won't show when I hear her footsteps behind me. I slowly turn around, showin...

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“Dinner for Two” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #100

Note from the author:I feel like I should apologize to anyone who reads this story beforehand. I have a deep love for dark fantasy and sci-fi horror and in that regard, this story is well in line with the other ones I have written. It is, however, by far one of the grossest stories I have ever come up with. If you want to stop reading halfway through, because you don’t need to hear about Malphis, the demon of gluttony, taking on Pjotr, a mysterious stranger, in an eating contest, I fully understand. If you keep going, because you think it mi...

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“Done Deal” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #98

“Hey, Earp.” I could tell from the way Buddy said these two words that we were about to have a talk. We’d been friends and neighbors for about 30 years now and you don’t spend that much time around another man without getting to know him a little. “Hey, Earp,” was Buddy’s universal language for everything. It could mean “Good morning”, “How are you?”, “Something’s wrong”, “We have to talk”, “I’m great”, “I’m not doing so good” or a million other things, depending on how he said it. “Yep?” I answered. “You believe in fairies?” That ques...

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“Late Caller” by Lucky Ooog

Submitted to Contest #97

A pebble loudly plinked against my rear window and made me jump out of my chair. These plinks always seem minute and like a great device for secretive and/or romantic gestures in movies. Trust me, if you’re sitting alone in a quiet room, focused on your work and it's dark outside, a pebble against your window will give you a heart attack, figuratively. Since I was already on my feet, I walked up to the window to figure out who had thrown the rock and whether or not I should call the police. I looked outside and made out the silhouette of a m...

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Author bio

Weirdo with a love for horror, the absurd, insane, wonderful, and strange. The name is a pseudonym (obviously) that I've had for a few years now. I'd like to use my real name, but the pseudonym became necessary because my clients would google me every once in a while and my online presence doesn't really match my professional image.