Nate Blevins - Writer on Reedsy Prompts

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Rehearsal

Submitted to Contest #308

The dream started with pigeons.They were everywhere, swarming like bees, flapping around in a storm of feathers and judging stares. One landed on his head. Another pooped directly onto the small velvet ring box in his hand.Then came the child. A sticky-fingered, juice-stained toddler pointed at him and screamed, “That man’s crying!”Which was accurate.Ariana stood ten feet away in a yellow dress, the sun haloing her like some kind of proposal goddess. But she didn’t move. Her face was unreadable. Possibly pitying. Possibly confused. Possibly ...

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The Drawer Beneath the Printer

Nate Blevins

Submitted to Contest #307

It started with the drawer.Not the big one with fresh paper. Not the skinny one full of dried pens and weird paperclips. The one under the printer stand. Crooked, dust-lined, swollen from years of neglect. Paige hadn’t opened it since the pandemic. Maybe longer.She only pulled it open because she needed a blank envelope. Nothing scented. No glitter. Just plain paper. Something quiet she could slide under a door. An apology maybe. Or goodbye. Or something in between.The drawer resisted. One corner stuck. She gave it a yank. It came free with ...

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The Sable Canticle

Nate Blevins

Submitted to Contest #307

They came for her at dusk, when the Veilwood was breathing mist and the lanterns along the stairs that ran down to the water had begun to burn blue. Renna knew what the blue flame meant.She closed the ledger, wiped the ink from her fingers, and didn’t look up when the first knock came. Not a knock, really. More like the hush of a fingertip against the door. Three touches. Pause. Two more.They never said her name aloud. That, too, was part of the vow.The old man on her porch wore bark-colored robes, damp at the hem, and carried no light. He n...

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Author bio

I’m a passionate lover of epic fantasy, drawn to sweeping worlds, ancient magic, and the kind of stories that leave you breathless long after the final page. Brandon Sanderson’s work has been a huge influence on me, especially his ability to weave complex magic systems into deeply human stories. I’ve always been fascinated by the intersection of mystery and magic, when a narrative doesn’t just thrill you, but dares you to unravel its secrets.

Writing, for me, is about more than building fantastical worlds. It’s about chasing wonder, asking big questions, and finding emotional truth in places where the impossible becomes real. If a story gives me chills or makes me linger on a single line, I know I’m in the right place, and that’s exactly the kind of experience I try to create for my readers.