Mollin Luxeder

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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4 Stories

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“The Speakeasy” by Mollin Luxeder

Submitted to Contest #77

“And there’s more snow on the way. Looks like another record-setting blizzard. All citizens are advised to stay indoors from now until tomorrow afternoon. Now back to your favorite jazz musician, Louis Armstrong, on this, January 29th, 1925.” Geraldine turned down the radio as the music once again issued from the machine. “Sounds like it’s really gonna be a big one tonight!” she shouted across the room. Even without the weather report, she knew that New York was in for a heavy storm. The wind and snow had been rattling the windows for the la...

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“A Journey's End” by Mollin Luxeder

Submitted to Contest #76

“Is this seat taken?” “Huh?” “May I sit here?” “Oh, uh, sure, I guess.” “Thank you.” “Sure.” “Going somewhere?” “Um…yeah.” “I thought so. That’s a pretty big suitcase you got there. Must be a long trip.” “Yeah.” “A little young to be embarking on such a journey, aren’t you?” “I’m nine and half. I can take care of myself.” “I see. Well, it’s nice to hear the young children of the day are taking responsibility for themselves. I don’t think my grandkids are nearly as mature as you are.” “Thank you. I’m moving to Chicago.” “Ah, a wonderful city...

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“The Lady of the Glawackus” by Mollin Luxeder

Submitted to Contest #75

"Miralee, you can't do this!" Corin raced after his sister. "Have you even thought this through?" he asked between breaths. Even after years of chasing after her, he still couldn't keep up with her quick stride. "Please stop for just a second," he pleaded, leaning on the rough cliff face on the side of the road. Miralee turned around and smirked. "Slowpoke," she muttered. "I heard that," Corin shot back. "I may be slow, but I can still hear just fine." He stood up straight and took in a deep breath. Miralee couldn't repress a short lau...

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“Run for Cover” by Mollin Luxeder

Submitted to Contest #74

"He pulled the pin." "What?" "He pulled the pin!" "Holy cra-" "Run!" Ross didn't need a second order. He took off. Crash!!! Tables and trays laden with an array of scalpels, forceps, and syringes tumbled to the floor. Bottles of anesthetic shattered on the ground as Ross and his fellow Staff Sergeant bolted to the doorway. They knocked over anything in their path, racing for their lives. Ross had fallen a step behind. He had been standing further from the door when Staff Sergeant Rogers alerted him, and it had taken him a seco...

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