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Mental Vagabond

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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How I Nearly Didn't Meet Your Mother

Mental Vagabond

Submitted to Contest #87

Dates have always been an issue for me. This is important for the story I'm about to tell you. Now, your Uncle Rob is a perfectly decent human being nowadays. Growing up will do that to a person. Back in the day though? He was mean, with capital M. Now, it's true that, even though he had 7 years and roughly 30 pounds on me, he did not pull the usual bully antics, such as wet willies, wedgies, or the time honored 'lock you into a closet and leave you there 'til you cry yourself to sleep'. No; besides the occasional barb and thwack upside th...

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The Strangest Thing

Mental Vagabond

Submitted to Contest #80

Marcus woke up with a start when the dropship dipped briefly as its weight settled on its landing gear. Looking around, he then focused a sheepish gaze on the ship's only other passenger, a fellow soldier sitting opposite him and who, unlike him, was dressed in full combat gear and maintained an air of situational awareness. Marcus, who had opened his mouth to say something, instantly snapped it shut as the lowering rear ramp revealed a broad-shouldered figure wearing an officer's cap, standing on the tarmac. Colonel Brightfield grinned at...

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Vanishing Act

Mental Vagabond

Submitted to Contest #79

The pair occupying the table at the corner, right by the window, could hardly be more contrasting: she, no older than twenty-five, look decidedly down on her luck. He, sitting on the opposite chair, was smartly dressed, and perfectly capable of turning heads even now, at nearly sixty. Anisa had stopped caring for manners some time ago: she shoved chunk after chunk of steak into her mouth like a squirrel preparing for winter. Her father looked on with a warm smile, and kept his peace until she was finished. "How long have you been living ...

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Out Of The Murky Water

Mental Vagabond

Submitted to Contest #78

Melina Whitcomb couldn't believe her luck, mostly because she couldn't tell if this was good or bad luck. Being included in a Will & Testament is usually a good thing, but her particular inheritance turned out to be a creature. The last thing she needed was another mouth to feed, and so she would have gladly said no to this gift... were it not for her dreams. It had been the same for the last month or two: she was slowly sinking into dark murky waters, and she could see the midday sun growing distant and faded as she felt her lungs flo...

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Outta Dodge

Mental Vagabond

Submitted to Contest #67

Caleb Dougherty startled awake, yet again. The Lady Luck had just shaken to the core for the umpteenth time, as her right thruster abruptly came to life for half a second before wheezing out again. Caleb was starting to worry his meager oxygen reserve would run out before reaching port, when a voice broke through his earpiece, yanking him out of his stupor. "Destination reached." It was Heather, the ship's AI. Her voice, which Caleb had chosen very carefully, was equal parts soothing and formal, like having a sophisticated lady as a devo...

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The Seed Of Hope

Mental Vagabond

Submitted to Contest #62

Megan suppressed a shudder when Randall took hold of her hand. His grip was strong, and warm, even through the tactical gloves. Neither of them spoke as they made their way through the woods: their minds were too busy drifting back in time. Their first years had been fairly easy; even that early, their bond had felt perfectly natural, like a red thread that singled them out among the many children living in the state sponsored Rearing Facility. There were games, and there was learning, there were naps, and much of it they did together. As ...

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The Last Trip Of The Last Resort

Mental Vagabond

Submitted to Contest #58

Pushing herself against the metal wall, Captain Annie O’Connell tried to hold her breath back, in spite of her agitation: this was one of the worst days to breathe fast, what with oxygen aboard running out in roughly five minutes. The sudden blackout had knocked out lights, comms, life support, everything. Dead in the black, her beloved Last Resort was now drifting towards Umbrium, the system’s main star. To top it all off, a group of hostiles was literally banging at her door. Since her current job would be paying enough for her to retire...

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