Nolan Pieper

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (12)

12 Stories

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“A Metaphor” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #168

Leaves wisp by in a crescendo, swirling and dancing through the cool evening air. Far removed from any city or town sits a train station. This is the station at the end of the line. Countless tracks lead into its terminals, and only one leads out. No one knows how to get there or even how they got there, but everyone ends up there. The platform is empty except for a small boy sitting on a bench accompanied only by the d...

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“Therapeutic Youth” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #154

Tracy looked over her notes from their prior meetings one last time, “Thank you for coming to see me today Oliver. Your mother said you have been a tad distant lately, do you feel the same way?”     “Yeah, I guess you could describe it that way, disconnected, insignificant, irrelevant, it is all the same and none of it really matters anyway but that is okay,” said Oliver.     “That seems l...

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“Overslept Hibernation” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #86

Deep in the heart of San Francisco, an alarm clock is echoing throughout the small confines of a fourth-floor apartment. A man, abruptly awoken from his glazed-over stupor,  stumbles about in frantic disarray. Clothes, trash, and ort are littered across every dimension of the apartment; creating a jungle of garbage where the vines are unwashed tube socks and the humid, tropical climate is from the stench of leftover food...

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“Two Worlds” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #85

The Golden City; on the final frontier of the west; where the land kisses the great expanse of the Pacific. Blanketed in shrouds of fog that creep up on this city’s skyline from the depths of the bay. With a totem of an almost luminescent, red, suspension bridge the city erupts from the fog, awakening its bustling inhabitants; this is San Francisco. San Francisco, this urban kingdom, is fortified behind walls o...

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“Gravy” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #57

In the midst of the spooky season of Halloween my friend and I were wandering a cemetery on a crisp autumn evening. We roamed the rows and columns of the tombstones protruding from the Earth. The tombstones acted like the last anchors of the dead to the material world; their last grasp to the land of the living as they joined the spiritual realm. The sky was darkening with a dull, yet warming, glow. The leaves swirled th...

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“Bedtime Stories” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #56

“Your life will not be easy my little one and for that I am truly sorry. Through no fault of your own, by the hands of the generations before you, the world I grew up with will be nothing more than a fairytale to you.” A baby no older than a couple weeks stares back at his mother with his emerald green eyes. The mother returns the gaze with eyes telling a different story. Her eyes show a theatrical act of sorrow ...

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“A Series of Secrets” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #55

“Last but not least let’s give a toast and round of applause to Sam! He has been with us five years now and has churned out nothing but gold in the writers room since day one. We always knew you would be a great addition to the family and we hope you will be around with us for at least another five years. Again thank you to everyone for their hard work this year and here’s to another season done. Get some rest because w...

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“Fire Up The Grill” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #53

“CANNONBALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!” “Stop splashing me Damien or I’m telling mom!” “You boys ready to get on the boat and do some fishing?” The chaos of chatter and conversations surrounding the shores of Lake Tahoe on that blazing hot summer day in July were absurd. The beaches were jam packed like sardines crammed into a small tin can. People from far and wide had swarmed the emerald coves of lake tahoe...

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“Fear the Moon” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #52

On a cold winter evening, Mr. Quinton, a billionaire executive CEO was barricaded in an abandoned hunting cabin in Wisconsin. He sat upon his throne of a brown lounge chair sipping a grotesquely aged whiskey on the rocks between puffs of his Cuban cigar. The fire was kept to a smoulder to give him enough warmth without giving off enough light to reveal his location. He sat in near darkness; hiding from the catastrophe o...

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“Waiting For Happiness” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #49

Six in the morning on a Tuesday evening he couldn’t take it anymore. He had been waiting his whole life and he had to make some sort of a move. Vigorously tossing off the sheets covering his body on a very early fall morning he tried to dampen his frustration enough to slide out of the house unnoticed. It is peculiar because he didn’t have a need to sneak out. He lived alone in the Sierra mountain range of California acco...

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“Created Enemies” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #48

A heroine, born billions of years ago from the elements of space coalescing to form one of the most efficient, revolutionary, protectors life could have ever hoped for is at war with an enemy of epic proportions. The war has been raging for a few millennia. The enemies numbers have grown in magnitude to nearly double the age of our heroine. She has never faced an opponent quite like this with such advanced technology, gr...

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“Same Home, New Me” by Nolan Pieper

Submitted to Contest #44

“What’s up, you beautiful bushel of nerds!” I exclaimed or something of the sort as I barged through the door on my return to my home in El Cerrito, California.  I had been away from my housemates and friends in the Bay Area for a month and a half--the end of March and the month of  April of 2020. With the emergence of the Corona Virus pandemic and the ensuing shelter in place orders and quarantine restrictions, I was furloughed from my job as a climbing wall route setter. With no incentive to linger around the Bay Area anymore...

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Author bio

A professional route setter, slightly above average climber, and slightly below average write.