M H Tucker

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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“Promises” by M H Tucker

Submitted to Contest #104

“Are you coming tonight?” Ravi looked over at Kiran expectantly before slamming his locker shut. The metal sounded like a shot fired into the empty space between them. There was a shuffle of feet afterward and the familiar thump that announced the contact between Ravi’s elbow and the door he’d just closed. The man was always dressing in such a hurry that he never gave himself enough space. Contrary to the fact that they were standing in a locker room after winning the soccer game two to zero, Kiran hated sports. Being a part of the team wa...

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“Breaking The Routine” by M H Tucker

Submitted to Contest #104

The desert’s oppressive heat bombarded Seth when he opened the door for Trina. Crossing the barrier between the hotel and the outside world always felt like breaking through some kind of energy forcefield from a sci-fi novel. Even the doors resisted against it. Heavy and thick, they required more effort than one expected if one lived somewhere else. He was used to it though, and held in the grunt that most made when hit with the confusion of the building’s deception. “Thanks.” Trina grinned at him and walked out into the sunlight. Squintin...

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“Signs” by M H Tucker

Submitted to Contest #103

“Hi. Hello. I’m looking for a sign.” Liza started to lift up the paper she was holding, but the short man she’d hoped would provide the answer simply shook his head at her and walked away. “Lady, aren’t we all?” If this had been a project on social behaviors in a small town, Liza would have struck gold. It would have been even better if her project had been a study of how outsiders in a tourist village were treated. No, she just had to come to Corolla to study history and not even anything as interesting as the wild horses or the nearby ...

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“The Neighbor” by M H Tucker

Submitted to Contest #102

Tyrone Hayes was a man that most of the people in our neighborhood didn’t see. It wasn’t because he refused to leave the house, the man practically lived outside, he just never got noticed. In the same way that you pass the tree on the corner while you’re walking your dog, you would pass Mister Hayes. He was quiet about your passing, maybe rustling a newspaper or snipping at a bush with a pair of shears, and that was what made him so invisible. The man in the powder blue house simply… was. Once in a while you would find a car in his drivew...

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Author bio

I write. I read. I live. I love. I laugh. I cry. I fall down a lot. Literally. I have trouble walking. I have had works published elsewhere under other names. Writing is just what I love to do.