M Esp

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“You can never win.” by M Esp

Submitted to Contest #152

How can one attain absolution for a previous life full of sins if you don’t know what you’ve done. Every other morning I wake up with no recollection of falling asleep. I remember staring down the barrel of a shot glass. I look to my left or right for the flavor of the day. I remember cigarette tinged kisses and whiskey laden breath. My job gets harder everyday and this helps, I guess. They tell me I’ll get desensitized...

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“Little Rabbit” by M Esp

Submitted to Contest #151

(The following contains adult themes, sexual content, strong language and drug use.) “She’ll ruin you, you know?” Sean told me. People can warn you all day and all night. Hell, they even put warning labels larger than the logo on cigarettes. Your parents become so impassioned when you ignore them that they slap you around. Reminding you of the consequences if you do not heed their warnings. Yet like a mot...

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“Mandolin” by M Esp

Submitted to Contest #150

They are all beautiful until you get to know them. I catch a glimpse of them from across the bar and a lifetime of non-existent memories flood my mind. Sometimes choosing to stay strangers is the best thing. A thankless job yet, fruitful. Then they remain beautiful. Or maybe they find you beautiful and then you are the one who lets them down. There are those few times when you cave in to the desire and decide to talk t...

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“Tracks” by M Esp

Submitted to Contest #149

The room trembled as the train roared on by and caused the lights to flicker. Matt had left the light on when he headed for the tracks that night. He waited beneath the light post. The ground began to shake and he could hear the steel leviathan approaching. The beast let out an arbitrary blast of the horn as it neared. He stepped forward to greet it. His world had become smaller and suddenly everyone he knew disappeared. It can happen, just like that. He had nestled into his life at the bar and that bar. He had removed himself, pu...

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Author bio

I write for the lowlifes and the downtrodden. You can find me asleep on the couch or behind the grill.