Mike Olsen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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7 Stories

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“The Job Interview” by Mike Olsen

Submitted to Contest #48

“In here Mr. Alder, the doctor will be right with you.” I stepped in and immediately realized that I was not alone. The nurse had closed the door behind me before I could say a word or object. Across the room, sitting alone in an armchair, a woman stared holes right through me. She seemed even less impressed that we would be sharing the therapy session together. She rolled her eyes and averted her attention elsewhere as if to signify that she was done with me already. I took a seat at the round table in the center of the room and activ...

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“The Child In Pants” by Mike Olsen

Submitted to Contest #46

Dear Expensive Mind Doctor, You have instructed me to make a list of three realities that have shaped my life. To clarify, my realities do not need to be grounded in mutual consensus with the rest of society, but that I am still expected to explain myself to validate my position regardless of how agreeable or not my realities may be. Just to note that you didn’t explicitly say what the purpose of this exercise was, only to trust you and do it before our next session. Fair enough. I can play along.  Reality One: My Hometown is the ac...

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“Interlocked” by Mike Olsen

Submitted to Contest #45

The wind tore at my exposed skin, injecting its bitterness into my skin like thousands of tiny pinpricks. Each gust penetrated deeper into my flesh, compromising my circulation system until it reached my core. I don’t know why I insisted on waiting. It might have been my pride keeping me in place, or the cold freezing me in place. Either way, my mind wasn’t ready to accept the reality of the situation. I kept thinking that if I waited just a minute longer, she would appear and I would instantly forgive her.She broke her promise. I should hav...

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“No Coffee, Please.” by Mike Olsen

Submitted to Contest #44

“Hey, do you mind if I join you? The place is packed and I am having trouble finding a table.” “No, that’s fine, go ahead.”  “Thanks. I don’t usually ask to sit with strangers.” “That’s fine.” I ensured her, sliding down my side of the booth to make space for her to sit opposite. “You’re a writer?” she asked, starting up a conversation. “No, I’m a teacher. I teach online classes.” I explained. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?” her voice softened with embarrassment. “I’m at lunch. I work out of an office down forty-seventh and third. I tea...

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“The Microwave” by Mike Olsen

Submitted to Contest #20

I placed my hand on the sliding door of the bathroom I had been occupying for the past thirty minutes. With a towel wrapped securely around me, I closed my eyes and listened. I have become an excellent listener. I wasn’t used to having a bathroom door. The door itself brought me anxiety. I made a point of ensuring all three locks on the front door were locked before taking a shower. This apartment only came with one deadbolt lock. I had two more locks installed before moving in. Still, a part of me feared the unknown. That's why I've learned...

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“Blind Date” by Mike Olsen

Submitted to Contest #19

“I don’t even know what I am looking at, let alone how long I've been looking at it,” Myles explained on the phone, hoping to get some motivation or at least some inspiration to keep going. He had been wandering the mall for the last four hours looking desperately for that right gift. With less than an hour before needing to produce a gift, he was more at a loss than when he started looking four hours ago. Calling his roommate was his last resort, but desperation makes people do desperate things. “Just go get a box of chocolates an...

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“The Letter” by Mike Olsen

Submitted to Contest #18

“Uh, Ingrid, can I talk to you real quick?” “What is it Adam? I have English with Mr. P and I can’t be late.” “I know, I’ll be quick.” “Well?” she inquired, turning on the spot to face me. I knew she wouldn’t want to talk to me, but I also know she wouldn’t say no if I asked, “What is it?” My fingers slid into the front pocket of my hoodie, locating the item in question. A tightly folded piece of paper in the shape of a square. I closed the note in my right hand feeling the points of the corners against my palm and middle finger. I was hesit...

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