Miles Stassis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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“This Space For Rent” by Miles Stassis

Submitted to Contest #280

CW: LanguageReally?Yep.Really.Yep.Really?How many times do I have to tell you?Can’t believe it.Well.Well, what?Well, that’s the way it goes I guess.Just like that?I guess.27 years.If that’s what the calendar says.Just like that, we’re done? Throw it out the window?Your choice, not mine.Not my choice – you chose!We both chose. Get over it. C’est la vie, n’est-ce pas?Don’t give me say la me crap. What the hell is this?The end. It’s the end! How many times do I have to say it? The. End.We can do better t...

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“"Just a Short Note"” by Miles Stassis

Submitted to Contest #278

From: Emily —----------------To:   Mac —--------------Date: December 31, 1998Subject:     “Hello, Goodbye.”Dear Mac:“Hello!”Em’ here – just writing to let you know: “I’m out” - “We’re done.” -“That’s it.” I’ve been thinking about it for a very long time and I just can’t go through with the whole thing. You know what I mean, right? It’s over! We’re through. That’s all.I don’t want you standing at the altar either. That would not be fun. Just standing there. &...

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“That was Then, This is Now” by Miles Stassis

Submitted to Contest #110

Don’t pick-up hitchhikers. Period. It’s not something you do nowadays. Sort of ended in the 1970’s. Or 1980’s even. Usually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Or a sweatshirt. For points of clarity, it should be noted that a sweatshirt is now what they now call a hoodie. No change in garment design, just a change in generation. Me and my attire? I look the fifty-something hobo that I am. Redneck’s more like it. My collegiate jean jacket’s collar is totally frayed; but it blends nicely with the curls in my long blonde hair. A hippie wannabe driv...

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“As You Say...” by Miles Stassis

Submitted to Contest #47

If you don’t say what’s on your mind, at the second it occurs, you’ll go insane. So just say the damned words. “That looks stupid.” There you go again making a fool of yourself. But what did you expect? You are a fool. You are the world’s biggest, dumbest, ugliest fool on the face of the planet. And just giving your unfettered unfiltered opinion at the only dinner party you’re ever invited to, once a freakin’ year, is the perfect way to make sure no one else you know takes that award of Grand Stupidity away. Look at how everyone’s l...

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Author bio

In the sticks of southwest NH; New England lifer. Still learning and applying said know-how to short stories (and maybe a novel). Loves animals (dogs, cats), coffee (of course), and when Monday's over (weekends are best). Hope you read mine, and likewise hope to read yours! -- Mister Bee.