Mike Davies

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

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“Death In a teacup” by Mike Davies

Submitted to Contest #128

I stood, hypnotized by the mighty whirlpool, the bag spinning helplessly. If I was to be of minute size, I would surely be swallowed In Its hot current, spinning like a pooh stick In an eddy. I must take care, for too much would kill Instantly, a quick death he would not have. To come this far and fail would be a travesty, he will die a death akin to mine own, I have not died In the physical sense, but for every blow struck, he killed a little more of my spirit each time. Immense suffering will be my parting gift, I have suffered many y...

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“Burnt Bridges ” by Mike Davies

Submitted to Contest #98

Burnt Bridges.  She would understand, she always did. This time was different, this time he had burnt all of his bridges, surely? The cold metal structure he had secured, was to be his bed for the night. The train station was the only quiet place he could find. Only one train went through the sleepy station, that was the 03.35am sleeper to Wilmshurst. You've probably gathered by now that this was not the first time Vic had slept on this particular bench. Slept, was not a word he would have used, there were too many things roller-coastin...

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“Billy's Crutch ” by Mike Davies

Submitted to Contest #13

 Warren Styles is an excellent neighbour, many times he’d bail me out of my latest self- inflicted mess. I have many issues that are far too complicated to discuss now. Suffice to say, Warren is discreet and loyal, I couldn't hope for a better neighbour, he was also my friend. I relied on him a little too much, in fact, he was my crutch. As frightened and confused as I was, it was now my turn.    The night seemed to have drawn in quicker than usual. It was full dark, no visible clouds, no moon or stars; the sky ...

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“The Stranger” by Mike Davies

Submitted to Contest #12

THE STRANGER .1     Minus six degrees, what on earth possessed him to go out anyway, with only a t-shirt and a pair of woollen gloves for warmth? I must be mad, but she was in trouble and he couldn't walk away.   His walks in the early hours were a regular occurrence, his insomnia had seen to that years ago. He stood, shivering, looking in the window of a menswear shop. The mannequin looked warmer than he did, dressed in a, Hugo Boss hoodie, and ripped, skinny jeans.   The cold was ...

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Author bio

I have been writing for a few years now, Mainly short stories. I am currently working on a full novel(very slowly) called...pronounced dead. I find the whole process of getting my work(out-there) a bit of a minefield. Sharing one's stories is the hardest thing to do, never knowing how they will be received. I write for myself foremost, and if others enjoy them too that's a bonus. My motto is, keep writing, keep sharing and enjoy your craft.