N Martin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

Stories (19)

19 Stories

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“The price paid” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #224

"I can't sleep," murmured Jonah, his weary voice barely audible over the distant hum of drones patrolling the desolate city. He lay on a tattered mattress in a cramped, dimly lit apartment, surrounded by remnants of a world that once thrived.Here, sleep was a luxury, a fading memory in the minds of those who survived the upheaval. The cityscape outside Jonah's window was a labyrinth of crumbling buildings and flickering neon signs, a haunting reminder of what had been lost.The constant surveillance, imposed curfews, and the ever-present thre...

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“Oblivious” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #155

(Sensitive topics and foul language)Once again, I sit here on the same worn-out leather sofa. The same dreary repetitive words fall from her mouth.Again, and again, and again.It causes me to grind my teeth. Her words, her voice, it is like rubbing two pieces of styrofoam together. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand her. The self-absorbed bitch.She is supposedly being paid to help me, not to tell me I’m depressed. Not to say I suffer from a myriad of psychological disorders or to tell me I need to ‘understand my emotions and the behaviours and c...

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“Been there, Done that” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #154

(Possible offensive language)In a flash of bright green light, he stood eerily still. It’s not the first time Isaac had experienced this. It’s also not the first time that he begs for it to be his last.Barely a moment ago he was standing in front of Lorenzkirche with Mary in his arms. They just went to see the new romcom she was pestering him about, and he finally caved. Today was their second anniversary, just a couple they weren’t yet married. He didn’t care too much about it however, their anniversary. The celebration being more of ...

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“Red tears” by N Martin

Submitted to Contest #153

A blood churning cry echoes through the night, the only light source coming from a half moon hidden by clouds, barely Illuminating the ocean below it and white sands of the rolling dunes behind. Jessica panics when she hears the first horrifying scream. A sharp, high-pitched screech causing her to look over her shoulder. The moon was not bright enough to light her way. She was blind, regretful, and soaking wet. In her intoxicated stupor she had stumbled a little too close to the crashing waves, eventually tripping over her own feet and falli...

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Author bio

I just like writing casually. usually early mornings with a coffee, or three, beside me.