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Maximilian Gunnarsson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2022

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Forgiveness

Maximilian Gunnarsson

Submitted to Contest #273

8/1-24Today I met Noah Moran. 21 years old and since yesterday, an idiot who wants to become a human resources specialist. This was the second thing he told me, which I retroactively regret prompting, and I almost right then stopped listening to him. He asked me about the book I was reading, and had never even heard of Dostoevsky. I hate living in a collective. 9/1-24I had lunch with Noah today. He stopped me as he was walking into the building’s entrance when I was leaving after my lecture. I had Rogers again, and again he kept i...

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Reflective

Maximilian Gunnarsson

Submitted to Contest #244

When I moved into the wreck called a charming cabin which only needed a few renovations by the realtor I was met by the stale air and the intensive odour of the ageing furniture and flaking wallpaper. The realtor who had shown me the cabin had made few efforts to bear a positive perspective of the decaying wood and the moss which grew over the croft, since he considered me a hermit and a loner who only wanted an escape from the suffocating air of community with no regard for quality of living. He considered me a deal already made and gave me...

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Hope

Maximilian Gunnarsson

Submitted to Contest #231

When Amon was sixteen his mother died along with his younger sister. Sorrow followed him long throughout adulthood, and almost ten years after the incident that sadness eventually provided an ocean of loneliness around Amon. Saoirse Kieran had been forty-three, Grace had been ten. Amon counted down the days to the date on which he will be forty-three. He walked with his soles seemingly scratching the ground, he talked to his coworkers out of necessity, and he wrote formal letters to his father. He worked at a legal office in Cork...

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On the trail

Maximilian Gunnarsson

Submitted to Contest #209

In his late 20’s Eddie found out that his girlfriend was pregnant, and after weeks of fierce arguments with harsh words, threats, and begging, it was determined that the child was most likely not Eddie’s. At a little past midnight during a party at Eddie’s best friend Adam's apartment, he was sitting in Adam’s bedroom with Kitty and Adam opposite him. Despite the blur in his head caused by beer and liquor, Eddie was able to comprehend the affair the two of them told him about. After hitting both of them, Kitty on the cheek and Adam rig...

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At some point or another

Maximilian Gunnarsson

Submitted to Contest #202

At some point, I guess everything changed between us. With infinite knowledge one would be able to determine exactly where our friendship switched onto separate lanes. It could be when we last saw each other, outside your house in the rain, or it could be when you told me you got into that university an entire world away. Was it before that? Was it when you called me a few months ago, and I didn’t answer? I know it doesn’t do me any good to think about these things, since I will never know. Thinking about you traps me within a whirlwind with...

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The sun

Maximilian Gunnarsson

Submitted to Contest #138

The child stands on the pavement with a green ball tightly gripped, the sun illuminates her small character, and a small, blurry, light surrounds her form. The orange light combines with her brown hair, creating a head of gold. A man passes by her, and her piety temporarily disappears, leaving a pale girl standing on her own. When the light returns to her, she has the vibrance and warmth to attract small insects to swarm around her, curiously fly close to inspect this peculiar little person. The wind carries some of these bugs up to the wind...

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