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Mark A. Byrd Jr.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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Mark A. Byrd Jr.

Ah, cave exploration… Cygnus’ favorite part of the job. Caves didn’t have a big, boring, ‘so classified you can’t leave this room’ file to read, and they can’t shoot at you… usually. Even when they do, that just means something cool is inside, be it valuable or at least nice to look at. And all he has to do is go to the middle of nowhere, walk around, and take lots of pictures and measurements. Today’s cave is not of the shooty variety, and isn’t in the middle of nowhere, either. It sat at the coast of Britain, with a good view of France...

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Desert King’s Convoy

Mark A. Byrd Jr.

Submitted to Contest #150

“Please, don’t do it.” That’s what Arthur’s sense of danger was telling him. Normally, when the sense that kept him alive was telling him “no”, he’d listen. And normally, it wasn't triggered by an envelope. It slipped through the mailbox at 4 in the morning, landing in front of Arthur’s door with an audible thunk. Arthur would’ve ignored it if not for 3 key factors:  1. It came at 4 in the damn morning 2. The aforementioned thunk, which paper envelopes aren’t known for 3. Desert wastelands don’t have post offices After the oce...

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Good eatin’

Mark A. Byrd Jr.

Raimi ran her hands through her hair, green eyes twitching like the flickering light above her. Forty-three murders, almost identical in every way,  and she had no leads. She had no idea who or what could be responsible, and this was a case she could not fuck up; the first joint operation between humans and treaders. ‘Treaders’ was easier to say than “adorned children of the mother earth” like they called themselves, and accurately described the way they tread beneath the earth. Raimi remembered when they were nothing but stories gr...

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