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M B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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Blackjack

M B

Submitted to Contest #319

The cold damp wind brushed against my brown fur, carrying with it the scent of dead fish and broken dreams. I probably should have pulled my coat closer around myself, but the cold, damp air was soothing on my battered body. My tail thumped against the waterlogged boards of the dock. It had been a hell of a night for this broken down rat detective.One full of old flames, old enemies, and me getting the tar beat out of me by a bunch of thugs. My claws felt the butt of my revolver: not the usual snubby .38, a full size .44. I hate using guns...

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Mask of the Archer

M B

Submitted to Contest #316

Amber, meerkat and ace journalist of the Empire City Tribune, sat at her writing desk surrounded by the clicking of typewriters and the scent of coffee. She idly fished a gummy worm from the candy jar on her desk and scarfed it down as she focused on her assignment. “You know I actually hate you.” Amber looked to her right to see a beaver girl glowering at her. “Why?” Amber asked, flattening her ears. “Because you can scarf those down,” the beaver replied, “and you’re still skinny.” Amber chuckled. “I walk a lot, Nadine.” Nadine huffed bef...

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A Grey Town

M B

Submitted to Contest #311

The cold rain lashed against Halla’s face - her blonde, braided hair plastered to her scalp, mud caked to her boots. She drew her wolf pelt cloak closer around herself as she felt the slight hint of a shiver. This was a different cold than the brutal winters of her homeland: this was a damp cold that soaked through clothes and skin alike until the very soul was damp and chilled. Halla squinted against the thick fog in the graying light, she thought she could make out a hint of a warm yellow glow... or that could have been wishful thinking o...

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Yearning

M B

Submitted to Contest #309

Lieutenant Davic Sphinx, callsign ‘Riddler’, trudged through the sliding door to his sparse ship quarters still wearing his flightsuit. The soft lights of his quarters flicked on as the young starfighter pilot flopped down in the chair at his desk. After removing his helmet, he ran a hand through his short brown hair and sighed. It had been a long day flying escort for the supply convoys. While it was important, escort duty was often tedious: hours dragging on, flying circles around the freighters and watching for signs of Sh’ra raiders or ...

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Meeting in the Dark

M B

Submitted to Contest #303

Jaxxor the Jackrabbit screamed as the seemingly solid rock he was standing on suddenly gave out and he found himself hurtling into the darkness. The paladin let out a startled cry before he hit the ground with a thud, right on his rear. “Ooof!” he grunted, his whole body hurt, but he was pleasantly surprised to find the fall was shorter than he expected. He looked up towards the dim light of his companions' torches. “Jax?!” one of them called down, worry in his voice. “I’m alright!” the jackrabbit called up seeing the furry lagomorph faces ...

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Fated meeting

M B

Submitted to Contest #302

The large fist whisked past Takeshi’s face as he managed to lean his head back at just the right second. The ronin retaliated with a jab to the ribs of the bearded man, sending him staggering back. All around the tavern was clamoring with cheers and jeers. Takeshi had never been one to back down to a fight, in fact he had always hurled himself headlong into battle like a true samurai. But this time he realized he may have bit off more than he could chew. His katana lay out of reach, it was useless in such close quarters, and there were at le...

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Lone Patrol

M B

Submitted to Contest #300

The expanse of space stretched on to infinity and all that separated Kairi from the endless void was bits of metal and a forcefield in the form of a small shuttle rocket. The blue-skinned woman with the elfin ears in the Star Patrol jumpsuit regarded her reflection in the reflective crystal instrument panel, her red hair primped up. She’d gotten used to that image, but usually in the company of others on a big ship... not alone in a small shuttle on autopilot. A quick glance at the dimly glowing instruments told her she was slowly approach...

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The Tiger's End

M B

Submitted to Contest #296

Captain Sphinx had found himself in dangerous environments before: both in the skies above and down on the ground. Once he’d had a dogfight in the middle of a thunderstorm and landed with part of a wing gone, and the cockpit full of water up to his waist. And like many of his least favorite situations, he now found himself outnumbered... and very likely outgunned. He gripped his pistol tightly as he sprinted back to the building on the docks. Mai, the elusive ‘Tiger’ the smuggler queen of Shanghai had to still be there. His cover was blown:...

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The Tiger's Prey

M B

Submitted to Contest #291

To say it had been an eventful few weeks would be the understatement of the year, if not the decade. Daredevil freelance pilot Captain James Sphinx and Misfit squadron had found the best lead imaginable to catch the notorious air pirate Yao the Dragon through smuggler queen of Shanghai herself, the mysterious “Tiger,” known to them simply as Mai - if that was even her actual name.  Sphinx had spent weeks trying to endear himself to the most dangerous woman in China, all in the hopes of getting to Yao through his own weapons supplier: No...

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The Tiger's Fangs

M B

Submitted to Contest #288

The breeze from the open window brushed against Captain Sphinx’s face as he groaned and settled into the rickety chair at their makeshift headquarters. His head was still pounding from the aftereffects of Mai's potent concoction. Webster paced anxiously while Tex leaned against the wall, arms crossed.  "We need to be careful," Webster said. "This Tiger woman is playing games with us. How do we know she won't just feed us to the wolves once we've outlived our usefulness?"  Sphinx rubbed his temples. "We don't. But she's our best lea...

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Tea and Intrigue

M B

Submitted to Contest #287

Days had passed since Amber Zazuetta had received that fateful letter - alleging she was in fact, not a Zazuetta by birth - at her newsroom desk. The letter that alleged that she was adopted. While the meerkat was fully an adult, the news was a shock, even to a seasoned investigative reporter such as herself.  On top of this already shocking news was the news that her birth mother had passed - and under suspicious circumstances, no less! Amber now found herself in a small town nestled at the base of a mountain range, riding with another...

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Mother's Pendant

M B

Submitted to Contest #284

Amber Zazuetta, ace meerkat reporter, sat at her desk in the newsroom. Her claws went to the jar on her desk and fished out a gummy worm which she devoured mechanically as her pen tapped against her temple.  Things had been far too quiet lately: she’d even had to resort to a few puff pieces just to justify her existence. She scanned through her many emails when her ears perked at the creak of wheels on linoleum. Amber looked up to see Dusty, the rabbit from the mailroom.  “Delivery for you Miss Zazuetta,” the rabbit grinned, handin...

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The Tiger's Gaze

M B

Submitted to Contest #283

Captain James Sphinx angrily jerked his leather flying helmet from his head, his sandy brown hair plastered to his skull as he grit his teeth. He and the rest of his Misfit Squadron had just landed at the Shanghai aerodrome they’d called home for the past few weeks.  Climbing out of the cockpit of his P6 Hawk, the young pilot stormed away barely acknowledging the ground crew as he met up with the rest of his men. He was hating this entire infiltration game he was playing with “The Tiger,” or “Mai,” whatever her actual name was. The smug...

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The Blade Dance

M B

“I’m sorry Lorelei,” Red said with concern, “I don’t think that would be appropriate.”  Daedalians resembled bipedal jackals. Lorelei had the common brown-and-black fur patterns, while Rejita had the uncommon reddish fur. The fur was why she had taken the name ‘Red’ while in exile, and it was the name her closest friends called her.  Since her triumphant return, ‘Red’ was now usually known by her true name: “Queen Rejita of Daedalia,” but she loved her friend, and would respond to ‘Red’ if necessary.  She was panting, fur soak...

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The Party Crasher

M B

Submitted to Contest #281

“Come on Yvette, it’ll be fun!” Estrella shouted.  The blonde fae was grinning ear to ear as she danced in her sundress, her butterfly wings twitched in excitement and Yvette half expected to see her friend spin into the air like a helicopter. Yvette - her raven familiar perched on her shoulder - nervously ran her fingers through her brunette hair, a frown on her freckled face.  “I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to go to a party, Estrella.”  “PARTY TIME!” Cole called from her shoulder, Yvette put a hand to his beak...

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