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Monty Crow

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

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Atlantis Fading

Monty Crow

Not my best but I was bored and this is all I could think of to do. TW: Mentions of abuse, death of a parent, implied suicide, and natural disasters Our city has always been a cause for concern. It’s built too low and too close to the ocean, and with every earthquake, I worry we’ll slide in. Lia says I’m being dramatic, but with each disaster, I grow more cautious, and with every inch we move, I think about escaping. I want to leave this place, but I know that’s not an option. I’m trapped in a city no one knows about, no one cares about. No...

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Raven and the Stray

Monty Crow

Sorry in advance if this is bad, it's not my usual style. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp. Too cracked and old to hold its shine. Sounds like a sad metaphor. I should write that down. My notebook is overflowing with ideas: lyrics, poems, drawings, facts, and metaphors. I scribble the words onto a new page as footsteps approach me. “Such sad symbolism for someone so sweet.” the voice of a girl, no older than me, appears from behind me. I turn and she smiles apologetically as if she’s just realized how creepy that was. “Sor...

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Rose Colored Glasses

Monty Crow

TW!!! This story talks about death, war, cannibalism, and murder! The cold breeze awakens me, there’s a metallic taste in my mouth. I slowly push my body upwards as a sharp pain echoes from my side. My memory is foggy, but I think I can piece together what happened. I can see red in the distance. It would look like a beautiful field of roses if it weren’t for the bodies across the plain. Cadavers stacked on top of each other, limbs scattered miles away from their torsos. I assume some kind of bomb went off. I reach my feet in a staggering vi...

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Into the Void

Monty Crow

I don't know what this is The alley is dark and cold and lonely. I walk in silence, listening for any sign of life. Though I know any sign will cause me to run in the other direction. Alleys aren’t good places to meet people who still have some sanity. I know because I lost mine long ago. That’s why I’m here I suppose. “So why are you here?” I pose this question to a black cat sitting near a dumpster. It tilts its head and stares. It’s large yellow eyes beckon me forward. I step slowly. It doesn’t seem afraid the way most strays are. When I...

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Monster's Eyes

Monty Crow

I couldn't pick one so I wrote 3 really short stories instead Through the Cadaver’s Eyes It’s weird being conscious of the fact there’s no saving you. I lay on the cold, wet, forest floor. My chest moves slowly up and down, my heart beats faintly as my blood mixes with the mud and rain. I can’t remember how I got here. I can’t remember the face of who did this to me. I just know I didn’t know him. I hadn’t met him before. So what was the point? What’s the point in killing someone you don’t even know? Someone who hasn’t done anything to you. ...

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Sleepwalker

Monty Crow

I wake up lying on my back in an unrecognizable forest. The mud is wet against my back and the rain has turned my shirt a darker shade of gray. There are a few scratches on my arms and legs but I can’t recall where they’re from, my clothes are torn to near shreds. Not again I think to myself as I achingly stand. Sharp pains run through my body making me nearly face plant back into the dirt. It’s not the first time I’ve woken up somewhere strange but I usually come to somewhere near my house. I’ve never gone to the forest before so I have no ...

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Resistance

Monty Crow

Inspired by The Odyssey, specifically Epic the Musical. I’ve spent around 12 years (or so) just trying to get home. I led 600 men to war and brought 600 out alive. We met a horrible storm and the god of wind trapped it for me giving 1 rule “Don’t let anyone open that bag.” I did well at this for a while, only for my right-hand man and best friend to open it while I was asleep. It’s been months since that night and he only told me recently. That situation led to me being left with only 43 men under my command. Now we’re here. I recently noti...

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The Joke

Monty Crow

“You’re so boring!” I call out to my sister. She slowly steps into the room, looking around frantically as if something is about to jump out at her. I smile and give a small chuckle before saying “Calm down A, nothing’s going to happ-” I begin to choke and fall to the floor, I feel a thick red liquid leak from my mouth as it stains the floor. She runs over in a panic. I look up at her with wide eyes “I– got you! Hahaha” I laugh, she falls back in relief. “Not cool, Marcus… not cool....

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The Painter

Monty Crow

Magic is a big part of her. It always has been. When she paints the art seems alive, they blink and move around the canvas trapped in their 2D prison cell. It all feels so normal now. Torturous but normal. She likes to paint in shades of red, easier to hide the pain. Her blood soaks through the page, it looks like a massacre. She finds it so beautiful. Her creations are destroyed not long after. Her magic turns brown. The crimson was so much prettier. She gets lost in the magic, perhaps that’s blood loss. Perchance none of this was ever real...

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Again and Again

Monty Crow

Every day blurs together. The same day repeated again and again. I don’t feel real. Endless blank hallways all connected like I’m lost in a labyrinth. It controls my mind as I walk through the world, confronted with the grim reality of humanity. The doors open to nothing but suffering and I am forced to sit through this pain without any chance of saving… okay maybe a tad dramatic. The point is high school is some cruel and unusual punishment and I don’t know what we did to deserve it. I don’t care how old you are, everyone knows high school ...

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Starfire

Monty Crow

The world has always seemed so dark in her eyes. There has never been that light to guide her, honestly the whole notion of one made her want to puke. It’s so cheesy. She’s not into romance really and she doesn’t want to date. She prefers to write, poetry and stories. She likes to read about people falling for each other and wish she understood the appeal but she doesn’t. That’s just how it was in her world. She knows it doesn’t make her broken and there’s nothing wrong with that fact but the world is full of romance and makes you believe th...

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Run

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TW: This story contains mentions of death and implied hallucinations/PTSD“You can’t run forever.” Eventually, you have to stop. Eventually, there is nowhere else to go. But eventually is not now. I can still escape in this moment. In this moment I can survive. I can run until my legs burn, until I collapse, heavy breathing. I run and run and run. The voice follows as if it were always a part of me. I run as my breathing grows louder. I run and my heart races. Racing...

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Please!

Monty Crow

TW: Murder and mental healthLark stands there silently, quiet is unusual, to say the least. Their clown mask is dripping red but they can’t tell if it’s paint or… never mind. It’s nothing. It has to be. They wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. Never. Just because they made fun of their scars. Just because they hurt them mentally and physically. Just because they fucking deserved it! … I mean… they were being bullies. Lark doesn’t like bullies. They don’t like bullies. Bullies are bad. Lark doesn’t take kindly to bullies!! They can hear the ...

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Stuck

Monty Crow

Implied suicide/SH warning!!! Where am I? If I call out for help will anyone hear me? If I scream will it echo? If I look around will I find her? Is she long gone now? I walk through the town, the one I grew up in. They pass through me like I’m a ghost, maybe I am. I don’t know anymore. I can’t remember my own name. The moon shines above me like a lighthouse I ignore. He tries to pull me up but I can’t go, not until I find her. I need to make sure she’s safe. What was her name again? Bea. That sounds right....

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My darling

Monty Crow

I didn’t want to go but I promised her. I swore I would visit it once she was gone and now that that day has arrived I find myself in the car speeding down an old dirt road. The bumps in the road shake the car as I tread carefully through the dirt, I try to keep my vision clear. Blinded by the sun like her smile, reminded by how it held me hostage. Her smile, her eyes, her clothes, her blood, it all comes rushing back. Her body cold against the hard tile floor. The screams when she was found, the feeling I...

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