Mortimer Ridgewood

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“52” by Mortimer Ridgewood

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #291

Weston Pierce had a regular weekly routine. Every Thursday afternoon, at exactly 4:52pm, Weston walked into his local toy store. It had to be Thursday, because Thursday was the fourth day of the week, and it had to be 4:52, because arriving any other time wasn’t good luck. Weston’s mission was critically, deathly important, so he needed good luck. When he’d first started his mission, he’d first had to ask if there were any unopened cases, then ask if he could buy one without breaking the seal on the tape. It became a bit of a scene each time...

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“Drone” by Mortimer Ridgewood

🏆 Winner of Contest #272

She first heard it while she was making coffee.The morning was already off to a rough start. Rachel had woken up, lazy and languid in the wake of her twice-snoozed alarm, and reached for her husband’s side of the bed. Much to her disgruntlement, the spot where he should have been was empty and cold. She glared at the empty space for a moment, then promptly snoozed her alarm again out of spite. One of the downsides of working from home was she missed out on good morning kisses as Mark got ready for his morning commute. The upside, however, wa...

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“Cooper's Day Off” by Mortimer Ridgewood

Submitted to Contest #234

Ask any dog, and they’ll tell you- being the Family Dog is a 24/7 job. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my family, and I love caring for my family. Sometimes, though, I wish the Little Ones would keep their own noses damp, or Dad would stop antagonizing that ‘Bissell’ demon. My humans need near-constant care and protection, every hour of every day of the week. Breaks are few and far in between… so you can imagine my surprise when, just the other day, I got one.I had been just a few minutes into my midday nap when I heard my favorite human, Mo...

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“Garbage at Communication” by Mortimer Ridgewood

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #201

Looking out across the sea of plastic chairs, I can already feel an impending ache in my arms. The Innovation Concert Hall is absolutely covered in confetti. Small, star-shaped pieces of shiny, colorful plastic gleam underneath the harsh venue lights, clinging to every surface. Of everything it could be, I think to myself, Why did it have to be confetti? It's not even paper. If it was paper, we could just dissolve it with water, but nope. That would be too convenient. My gaze shifts to the corner of the room, all the way on the other side ...

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Author bio

Hi there! I'm an aspiring author who writes short stories in their spare time to warm up for longform projects and hone my abilities. In my writing, I've found myself often tying in themes of psychosis, pulling from my lived experience with schizophrenia.

Winning 1 story 🏆

Contest #272
Drone – read story

Shortlisted 2 stories ⭐️

Contest #291
52 – read story
Contest #201
Garbage at Communication – read story