Lynel Black

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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“The most beautiful monster in the world” by Lynel Black

The Pacific coast of Mexican is stunning beyond belief. A carpet of tropical jungle covers the mountainous terrain. A verde rug of fertility, meeting the jagged azure waters of the Pacific. The entire landscape hummed with life. Ants and spiders, jaguars and toucans, and of course the people with their vibrant and energetic Mariachi music leaking like Tequila from every hovel and hotel. Fred had ...

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“The Price of Progress” by Lynel Black

My childhood is a far away memory, abstract and serene. Green trees and mountain hikes are what I remember best. Such a jarring divorce from today. Now, everything happens on our smartphones, but this is not the smartphones of old. Smartphones on which we happily shared pics and vids of our happy lives on Instagram or Tic Tok. The smartphone is now your life, literally. No smartphone, no money. No, smartphone, n...

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“Mysteries of the Sahel” by Lynel Black

Fred’s map showed a village, but now he had arrived, all there was only a handful of abandoned and dilapidated huts. He pushed Wylma to one of them, leaned her up against a post and sat on his haunches in the shadow of a wall.This is bad. Very bad. He said to himself. Very bad indeed.The heat was oppressive and the Sirocco wind was stiff. The trail was mainly sand and Wylma’s wheels preferred to sink into, rather than rolling over it. The laboured meandering path they took was more oft...

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“Ayagom, the Resolute” by Lynel Black

The afternoon was fresh and dry. A new smell of vitality and growth seeped from the forest around him. It was a very welcome change from the week of rain that Fred and Wylma had endured. A week of persistent drizzle that soaked to the bone and gave no chances to dry anything out. Everything he owned was in various states of saturation. Bitter experience had taught Fred to protect at all cost his sleeping bag, but it had ...

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“Metamorphosis ” by Lynel Black

The walk to the small supermarket took about 10 min either way. It could be faster if she took the shortcut through the park, but that had its own costs which she painfully recalled. She walked the long way. Along the cracked footpath, past the homeless tents, stepping over their faeces and discarded needles. The human refuse of society, slumped in impossible positions, passed out, or possibly even dead. Nobody would not...

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“What lives beneath” by Lynel Black

Fred had not been sleeping well of late, and it was playing with his mind now. And there was a lot of quiet time alone for it to play. His whole world was now just him and his 2 wheeled companion Wylma, and the open road. It had been just under a week since Fred had crossed by ferry from Helsinki to Tallinn. A week dogged by a medley of misfortunes which were getting the best of his mood, not to mention t...

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“The value of being seen” by Lynel Black

It was going to be a clear and bright night. The sun had finally released its warming grip giving way to a cool ominous breeze. It had been a long and gruelling, but very fulfilling day on the bicycle. Fred and Wylma. They had become a tight team over the months of riding. Wylma: the two wheeled metal pack mule that never gave up. They had set off together over a year ago to see the world. As is his ritua...

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“The Birthday Gift” by Lynel Black

When you have lived in the same house for long enough, it becomes part of you in ways that are hard to pin down. The well worn paths we take from the fridge to the lounge, the closet to the shower, my home office to my workshop. Then there are those corners that you hardly know at all. Or you know they are there, but just never think about them. Like the top shelf of that old cupboard in the basement, or the contents of ...

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“Free from the AI?” by Lynel Black

Nor walked through the throngs of people. There were more out today than usual but that was no surprise considering the weather. The lush grass underfoot squelched gently under his feet. He checked his com unit which projected a map only he could see which showed his friends as a tight cluster of brighter points on small familiar map a hundred or so meters ahead of him. Hey here’s Nor, said Yoshie to the ...

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“Sophia” by Lynel Black

A tear rolled down his wrinkled cheek as he began his well worn walk down the busy train platform. How many times has he passed the same faces, in the same poses, the same weather, the same smells, sounds. Everyone here, on their personal little journeys, repeating over and over again. The young blond boy next to the light pole had something different this morning! Could it be. How he hoped for it. A sign? Perhaps his co...

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“Room mate” by Lynel Black

TW: violence, gore, cannibalism I was absent mindedly browsing an online classifieds site when I came across an interesting ad. A wholesome, nice looking Romanian girl wanting to study in my country, seeking accommodations.   I did need a new room mate since the last one moved out leaving me to cough up the whole rent each month, so I answered the ad before giving it much thought. Despite warnings from friends that claimed this is probably a scam, I kept an open mind. Somehow it felt right.   ...

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“A new start” by Lynel Black

Blink…, Blink…, Blink… The red light silently blinked its notice to the hibernating ship. The craft lazily and silently moved through unexplored space at 100`s of kilometres a second, but inside the ship, it could have been standing dead still. The ships computer had automatically initiated the wake routine for the captain and the first mate/shiptech. It was prompted by “new mi...

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“The Box” by Lynel Black

I never considered myself claustrophobic, but maybe its because I have never been in this situation. The crate is too small for me to lie down and to low for me to stand. The only position of any comfort is to sit back to one corner. At least I can stretch my legs this way. Cracks between the planks let dull light seep in, but there is precious little of that in the room where my crate is. I worry the edg...

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“Steen” by Lynel Black

His appearance in the T-pod did not go unnoticed. This was not as planned. He had to improvise a solution to deal with the surprised guard that happen to be only incidentally passing by. According to the work schedule, he should have been in a different location safely far away from the T-pod. The guard had no idea that anyone could come out of the machine that was exclusively used to violently decimate t...

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“The Rock” by Lynel Black

Diary preamble. I never thought of myself as a diary person. My life was simply to dull and mundane to document. That is till the middle of 2023. This was when I began to try to record the deluge of extraordinary events of that year, and the years that followed. The diary account you have found here was my underwhelming attempt to capture what I saw and what I learnt about the even...

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Author bio

The future spreads out ahead of us in a dark haze of anticipation. Even the physical reality we take as concrete fact, is no longer so solid. This is where I find rich veins of inspiration and creativity.