Michael Moran

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2023

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Killer 2024!” by Michael Moran

Submitted to Contest #231

I resolve to have a great year. I resolve to reduce my sarcasm. I resolve to have the greatest possible year that I can have. I resolve to make an effort making this the greatest possible year I can have. I resolve to put effort into maintaining good relationships with the friends I do have and let past personal conflicts with them be buried.

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“Christmas with Paisley” by Michael Moran

Submitted to Contest #229

“Enjoy the holidays,” My wife told me. “I am trying.” I added we should have gone to her parents. We’d had this discussion before, but we were now actually landing at San Francisco International Airport. I tried to remain positive as we made our way through the airport to collect our luggage. Overhead Christmas songs played and were routinely interrupted by PSAs wishing us all a safe, happy, and enjoyable...

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“I Can Cook?” by Michael Moran

Submitted to Contest #228

I met her Monday morning. She was peering into the large glass double doors of the office building in which I worked in the Los Angeles area. My mood matched the ugliness of the grey clouds having spent the previous afternoon and evening with the guys drinking beer and watching the pathetic Chargers lose until I asked, “Can I help you?” And then she turned around and so did my mood. Her name was Farah C...

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“Last Mid-West Winter” by Michael Moran

Submitted to Contest #227

John fogged the windowpane in the kitchen with his breath then palmed a circle in its center. His hand slid across the cold glass making a squeaking noise. “Here it comes,” He sighed. And there you are.” He saw his first snowflake of the winter season fall, drifting and twisting past then disappear. It was the final warning. Winter had arrived. The signs had come and gone. The neighborhood...

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“You're Better Than This” by Michael Moran

Submitted to Contest #226

We arrived, after an hour and a half crawl on Highway 80 from the Bay Area to Sacramento. My fiancé, usually the patient one, tensed up several times and grunted as someone passed us illegally on the shoulder of the highway. “It’s Thanksgiving,” I said in that tone that also says, gently, take a breath. “It’s time for us to spend together.” She sighed and said, “You promise you’ll stick to our deal?” ...

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