M. Youngblood

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Deorbiting” by M. Youngblood

Submitted to Contest #195

Deorbiting, unbeknownst to common earthlings, is a tedious process. For those who have never left the home planet, let me describe it to you—You are born. Your parents, members of the successful elite, impart a potent ethic of ambition unto your psyche at an early age. You attend school, where this ambition grows. A teacher encourages your potential, and others follow suit. They even go so far as to write recommendations and letters spewing your prowess, and you begin to feel as though you might, in fact, amount to something. You are accepte...

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“New Shores” by M. Youngblood

The sprawling city ahead was so different from where I had grown up. Walking on the paved sidewalk, the air was lighter here and moving constantly, not like the oppressive air at home. On the island, it was never very hot, but the air inland didn’t move. Things were stationary, slow. It felt like nothing ever changed there, the waves lapped at the rocky shores and the whalers shoved their boats out into the icy waters same as always, my father and grandfather among them. Even now, when I knew that things had changed considerably, I couldn’t ...

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“The Screen Room” by M. Youngblood

C130 stared at the screen in front him. His eyes were to remain glued to the screen for the duration of his workday, as per company policy. But every once in a while, when he woke up for the day with a certain feeling of rebellious guile in his belly, he dared to cast a rapid glance beyond the borders of the screen. In the handful of times that he had done this, his wandering eyes had found nothing. There was only darkness behind the monitor, and it seemed utterly impenetrable. Had there been anything behind the screen, he doubted that he wo...

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“Hole in the Wall” by M. Youngblood

The hardwood floors creaked and groaned under the weight of three people. Ana guessed that this space was used to accommodating only one pair of feet, and the surrounding scene reinforced that assumption. Light gray streaks ran down the white wall paneling in the kitchen. It reminded her of a scene from a gratuitously gory film. Over the past three months of tours, the ever-present thought that this was the beginning of a horror story had tumbled around in her head. One floorboard doesn’t match the rest? Someone must’ve hid some demo...

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“The Window” by M. Youngblood

Submitted to Contest #22

It was cold. Far below freezing. It was much colder this year than last, and although most people were unaware, it was colder than it had ever been in the city of Marion, Massachusetts. Known only to a handful of individuals, there was a place in Washburn park right in between two spindly branches of a grey birch where the spiders loved to make their homes. This time of year, after the first few rushes of heavy rains and snows had fallen on the town, the spider’s webs were decorated with frozen dewdrops. Perfect miniature ornamentation that ...

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