Maurice Mullen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“The Searcher” by Maurice Mullen

Submitted to Contest #89

Carl stood in the middle of the dusty road smoking gun in hand staring down at the bloody carcass lying in the road twenty paces in front of him.“How did I end up in this situation again?” He asked himself.The events flashed in his mind scene by scene. He started with image of the 44 slug slamming in to the man’s left breast before the man’s gun cleared leather. He saw the man’s body thrown back by the impact, and the red rose of his wound beginning to bloom before he even hit the ground.Flash! He sees his self standing back to back with the...

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“Horses, Tears, and Redemption” by Maurice Mullen

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty-four years since she had last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. At least this is what Lisa thought as she was driven through the large arched gateway that announced your entrance to The Manner House. She stared out at the skeletal trees that lined the driveway as the cab drove her up to the front of the large plantation style house. Stepping out of the cab she looked up at the imposing house with it’s two stories of vast hauntingly empty verandas that wrapped around the building. Lisa was immediately overwhel...

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“One Festive Night” by Maurice Mullen

Submitted to Contest #61

The house was in an especially festive mood that evening for the holiday season. The dining room was decorated in holly and mistletoe. The candles in the chandelier over the dining table shone bright and warm. There was a beautiful golden suckling pig on the spit over the hearth that filled the house with delicious smell of roasting pork. Uncle Mike was bringing a special friend Captain Sam for dinner that night which had everyone in the house keyed up with excitement. Captain Sam was an adventurous sailor who had traveled the world, and...

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“Memories of What Once Was” by Maurice Mullen

Submitted to Contest #60

An old man and his twelve year old grandson sit in a old Ford truck on a ridge looking out over the landscape. A large dust devil winds it’s way across the long forgotten fields jumping over the broken crumbling irrigation ditches. A dilapidated old farm house stood in the distance. “All of this was once ours” the old man said. “Really? Who would want this?” The boy asked incredulously. The old man smiled down at him paternally and chuckled. “It didn’t always look this way” he said. The old man reached into his shirt pocket with a work w...

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“Waste land Rambler” by Maurice Mullen

Submitted to Contest #60

Hank rode slowly through the vast sea of emptiness that stretched out endlessly before him underneath a blistering sun set high in a cloudless sky. As Hank rode, he thought about the last time he had seen a cloud. Had to be before the war he thought. Everything had changed after the war. The water had all but disappeared, food was scarce, society had fallen apart to be replace with bandit warlords who ran everything, and worst of all the world was overrun with fierce undead creatures that were the unfortunate by product of the war. Ever sinc...

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“Henry!” by Maurice Mullen

Submitted to Contest #59

   Let me tell you about the most perilous predicament I have ever found myself in. It all started when Ann convinced me to go spend a quite weekend on her grandparent’s farm out in the country. After breakfast, I went outside to explore the farm. I had made it about ten feet off the front porch when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around to find a hen with five little chicks following her around the corner of the porch. “Oh, that’s awesome!” I exclaimed. Then he came strutting around the corner. At first, he looked maje...

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“Silence Broken” by Maurice Mullen

Submitted to Contest #55

  I awoke with a start into the complete and utter darkness of the night. I lay there wrapped up in my sleeping bag straining my ears to try and find the noise from outside the tent that had awoken me from my slumber. I control my breathing taking deep slow breaths to be as quiet as possible. The heavy silence of the desert surrounded me completely. Did I only imagine the sound? I laid motionless letting my eyes rove around the tent trying to see anything through the darkness, but I could not even see the sides of my small single p...

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“Finding my voice” by Maurice Mullen

Submitted to Contest #54

    Sam O’Brien stood staring at the flyer hanging on the bulletin board in front of the school office. The flyer read: Public Speaking Contest To be held Friday April 23rd in the auditorium of Washington High School Competition will begin at 12:00 pm Winner to receive a full ride scholarship to Northern University Sign up by April 10th with the University counselor’s office “A full ride scholarship,” thought Sam. He wanted nothing more in the whole wide world. “I am going to do it. I am going to win that contest if it is...

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Author bio

I am a father of four. Started writing these stories to encourage my youngest son Colin Mullen in his writing on this site. I would appreciate any feed back that will help me improve my writing.