Mason Bufkin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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4 Stories

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“The Black Cylinder” by Mason Bufkin

Submitted to Contest #195

Okay, I know you’re never going to believe this, but it’s the truth. Our teacher dropped dead in the middle of class! It looked like just an accident, but it wasn’t. This was murder. I think I know how it happened.  It was early on a Tuesday morning with a dreary–that’s a vocab word I think. Mr. Roberts liked vocabulary. It was a dreary sky with a lot of rain and cold coming in through the windows. I sat in my usual seat, about two-thirds back near the sink. It’s not that I was afraid of sitting up front, but I really hated being picked...

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“Mr. Branderschmidt's Basement” by Mason Bufkin

Submitted to Contest #116

               Peter stood at the window and watched his dad’s silver Honda drive out of the cul-de-sac. His hand clenched the top loop of his backpack, heavy with books and homework. A finger tapped his shoulder, making Peter jump. Looming over him was the gaunt face of his caretaker for the day. Mr. Branderschmidt, the mysterious old man who lived across the street and wore a trench coat and a constant sneer. His skin was too tight over his bones, making him look li...

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“Dr. Jerkenstein and the Time Machine” by Mason Bufkin

Submitted to Contest #57

Dr. Jerkenstein and the Time Machine Dr. Jerkenstein paced back and forth in his lab. He ran the calculations again in his head. I believe I have done the math correctly, he thought. I save my place in history with the time stamp, and I can go forward X amount of years. Dr. Jerkenstein passed the machine back and forth between his hands. The greatest invention in history was basically an old calculator. Reggie squawked and ruffled his pink feathers before he devoured the carcass in front of him. Lyra told Dr. Jerkenstein that it looked like...

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“Cold and Dry” by Mason Bufkin

Submitted to Contest #56

Cold and Dry Levi Jaeger straightened his tie in the elevator. The numbers ascended on the digital panel before him. He smoothed back his hair in the distorted brass reflection of the handrail. Taking a deep breath, Levi stood up straight. His face itched from shaving off his beloved beard this morning. “Surely trimming it up nicely will make me look professional enough,” Levi had argued with his father on the phone. His old man just laughed and reminded him, “Hobos have beards. Maybe you should interview with them?” The elevator doors di...

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Author bio

Author of "Variants" available on Amazon.com English teacher at Lutheran High School East.