M.R. Zeener

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Alone?” by M.R. Zeener

Submitted to Contest #96

Trigger warning- Depressive themes.Unlike the warm colours of yellow that inked the walls of the home where he grew up, he was repelled by the dull pink walls of the new house. It has been 4 months. About time to warm up to it, you'd think. But no. There was something eerie about it. Something that never made him feel welcome.No, it wasn’t the lights flickering in the middle of the night or the muffled footsteps or whimpers heard at the odd hours. It was just the house. The house wasn’t possessed. The house wasn’t alive. But the scent t...

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“Black & White” by M.R. Zeener

Submitted to Contest #48

He moved his Knight forward. I stroked on the wheels of my wheelchair and repositioned myself close to the ivory chessboard between us. Three seconds ago, he had curled up his greying moustache. I knew why he did it. To prove himself better. To remind me that I was not even capable of sporting a moustache as manly as him. He was smart, yes. But I had prepared for this game for almost an eternity now. He had left his Knight exposed. It stood on the white square on its hind legs. The tip of the sword the Knight held shone vibrantly, just ...

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“The Holy Trident” by M.R. Zeener

Submitted to Contest #47

As the main glass door of your house opened, you stepped outside with a cup of coffee in your right hand. ‘A beautiful morning indeed’ you think to yourself as you admire the beauty of the rain which is dripping off the orange leaves of the lowest hanging branches. The orange grass on your lawn radiates vibrantly in the rain. ‘Beautiful’ you murmur under your breath. ‘Athena!’ you call out looking at your left hand. A tiny blue dot pops up on your wrist followed by the ringing of a familiar note in your In-Ear implant. ‘Yes?’ responds the ...

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“The first domino.” by M.R. Zeener

Submitted to Contest #46


and the last thing he felt was the cold metal blade etching through his skin and tearing his neck open as it slid across his throat”As soon as he finished writing the last line of his first short story, he threw his arms up in the air and yelled in delight ‘The first domino. Yes!!!’He had everything set up perfectly. The dominoes were all lined up. All he had to do now was to push the first domino by hitting the “Submit story” button on his laptop screen and he would send the Dominoes falling, one after another until there would be only one...

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Author bio

Macabre, mysteries and me are old lovers. I derive my writing inspirations from the works of M.R. James, Stephen King and Edgar Allan Poe. When it comes to reading though, I'm an absolute sucker for Agatha Christie novels.