Lukah Roser

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Anatomy of a Payphone” by Lukah Roser

Submitted to Contest #285

“The person you are calling is unavailable, please check the number and try again.”The boy makes a face, cramped and tight. It is the type of face they have seen before, countless times, infinite times. The face of a call unanswered and suspected ignored. The Payphone knew this expression well. Years of experience had made it not just a vessel of telecommunication, but an encyclopedia of human emotion.Humans displayed more of themselves in a phone call than they would ever willingly do in person, the lack of a living audience enough to recol...

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“Silica Packet” by Lukah Roser

Submitted to Contest #228

POSSIBLE SENSATIVE CONTENT: Mental Health, implied purposeful consumption of toxic substances, NO DEATH. ‘You're like a silica packet,’ she’d said, her eyes scrutinizing the nutritional information of a bulk pack of instant noodles, ‘Not made for human consumption.’It was one of those comments that hurt more for the fact that she had said it in such an offhanded manner, her attention split between me and the dried goods she held, as if by association I was of equal or even less value than her choice between chicken or beef flavouring.It had ...

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“High Tea / High Desert ” by Lukah Roser

Submitted to Contest #220

The world was red, upon red, upon red. Not the artificial red of dyes and cautioned danger, but the rich, primal red only found in nature. The type of red one feels rather than sees, shades a sensation on the senses that grounds you to the very base of what it means to be human. The tiresome sun was bleeding from his place against the horizon, spreading red light across the already red desert. Antonia Cahoy cast her eyes from the shattered sky (ruby, scarlet, wine) to the path before her (vermillion, cardinal, carmine), though it w...

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“Running Dry (Or Maybe Just Running)” by Lukah Roser

Submitted to Contest #209

(Implied violence) The pump is dry—or broken. It has probably been that way for a long time. It is also quite possible, the man considers with some degree of annoyance, that it has never worked at all. That it has always existed in this state. One not unlike the town of its residence, or the land surrounding; empty, restful, wanting. He swears under his breath. He doesn’t typically enjoy doing so where the sun can see him, but his current situation certainly warrants it. He knows his car is on its last legs. The fuel light on hi...

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