Omar Scott

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

Stories (15)

15 Stories

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“The Influencer” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #275

People have no idea how deep my influence goes. No matter how many times they’re warned: they ignore the risk. They can’t wait to wrap their hands around me, and when they caress me, I take over. I infect their mind, body, and soul like a deadly virus. I breakdown all the barriers that keep their anger, hate, and vengeance bottled up, and I release it. Take for example Eric Chapman. Once he invited me in, he never had a chance……. Eric nervously slid into the armchair across from the president of the company, Chip Anderson. As Eric stare...

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“The Time I Got My Second Birthmark” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #267

        (my story) I’m not sure where to begin, maybe when I set myself on fire. And it’s funny, because I can remember that summer of 93’ like it happened yesterday, but if you ask me what I did last Sunday, I’d struggle to remember. I guess coming this close (my index finger and thumb are so close you could barely slide a piece of paper between them) to screwing my life up, you remember all the little details.            ...

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“A killer you can't catch ” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #260

Standing over a dead body was nothing new to Kyle. The blood, the odor, the pair of eyes devoid of life looking back at him, none of it fazed him. Usually. But something about this body, this scene, even the night air hit him differently. Kyle’s eyes focused under the bright lights that shined through the midnight sky. His feet crushed the blades of cold grass in the open field as he positioned himself to get a better look. A brown-skinned man lay naked on the ground, like he fell asleep there. His arms by his side, but the hands were choppe...

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“Time to face the music” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #258

Grant struggled to fight back the tears as he looked at a faded picture of him and his two boys. They were posing in front of a Christmas tree, surround by open presents. His oldest son, Grant junior, was ten. He was holding a new bike with a smile as bright as the North Star. He always reminded Grant of himself when he was that age. Smooth caramel colored skin and dark brown eyes that were mysterious. The younger son, Robert, name after Grant’s father, was also smiling even though he was missing his front teeth. Robert resembled his mother,...

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“I'll only take a little” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #255

Sarah’s world seemed to be crashing down on her lately. She woke up this morning with an eviction noticed taped to her front door. Not to mention she was two months behind on her car note. And hiding her Honda Accord at her friend’s house so it won’t get repossessed. She didn’t have a dime to her name. Her boyfriend broke up with her last week. He said she was too needy. And to top it off, her supervisor just informed her if she doesn’t bring in any new clients, she’ll be terminated at the end of the quarter. Her life was falling apart. She ...

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“A Hidden Truth Between the Pages” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #251

Carlton closed the most suspenseful, thrilling, murder mystery book he ever read. He found it just thumbing through the stacks at the local library. My Smile Hides My Evil Ways, was a book title that Carlton couldn’t resist. Reading the opening sentence hooked him. Carlton sat down in an armchair, next thing he knew eight hours passed and he had finished the book. The description of the murder, all the emotions felt so real to him. It was exactly the kind of story he always dreamed of writing.         ...

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“The Shot Caller” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #241

Every morning when I open my eyes one question looms on my mind, who’s going to try to kill me today. That is the question that every prison Shot Caller faces. My name is Benny Hughes, and I’m serving life in prison. You see I caught my wife in bed with my best friend. I know I could’ve let it go. But fuck that. No way I was going to live in a world where those two were going to stab me in the back and live happily ever after. This was the last time somebody was going to betray me and get away with it. So I tricked those tricks who were tryi...

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“Last Call” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #230

Jackson had no idea of his fate when he strolled into Junior’s Bar just as the sun was setting. The first thing to greet him when he pushed through the salon style doors, was a cloud of smoke and ZZ Hill’s Down Home Blues playing on the juke box. It was a Thursday night and the crowd was sparse. The place was dimly lit and it had a musty odor, like the place hadn’t been aired out in a while. Jackson stood at the entrance and scan the bar with his cold dark eyes. Looking for any familiar faces. He didn’t recognize anyone, so he walked in. Gri...

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“If you hear the screams, it’s too late” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #227

                  I heard the sound of a blood curdling scream that woke me out of my sleep at 3am. At first I thought I had imagined it. And my heavy eyes shut closed again. Shivering from the freezing temperatures, I curled into a fetal position and went back to sleep. I was amazed that I could sleep at all. It’s probably because I’m exhausted from climbing, and the roar of the wind emanating from the mountain sounded serine, much like waves crashing ...

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“When you dig for gold, dig deep” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #226

Can you believe the nerve of this man? I should have known he wasn’t the right man for me when he told me he was a plumber. Plumbers make a little money, but still, they looking through people’s shit for living. Then for a first date he takes me to Olive Garden. Olive Garden! Really! And for flowers, he gives me tulips instead of roses. I mean who does that. When I finally go to his place, he lives in a regular old apartment. But the last straw was when he came to pick me up in a Chevy Traverse. Turns out the Cadillac Escalade that he got my...

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“Synchronicity” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #223

Everything is random, until it isn’t. Chantey knows this all too well. That’s why she’s sitting alone in a diner with her brown eyes glued to the front door. Every minute she’s checking the time on her phone, and nervously tapping her feet. As she looked over her shoulder for the fourth time, she ran her fingers through her permed dark hair. Her nerves were so on edge, Chantey nearly jumped out her skin when the waitress said, hello.           “Can I get you anything?” A young black wait...

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“Do you see what I see” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #222

Black boots crushed the gravel beneath them with each step along the desolate highway. With the August sun on his back, Deputy Sheriff Henry Lee Jones cast not only a large shadow on the Nissan Maxima he was approaching, but on all the residents of Harrison County. He adjusted his aviator style sunglasses on his pale white face that had the texture of sandpaper. As he approached the driver side window, his dark blue eyes scanned the interior of the car. He noticed a black man with dreadlocks in the driver seat, and a female companion with he...

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“Curiosity Killed the Cat and Chantey” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #220

No secret is safe from twelve-year-old Chantey. It doesn’t matter if it’s a rumor at school or a Christmas gift stashed in the basement, if you have anything to hide, she’ll find out. The girl is relentless. She’ll stop at nothing to get to the truth. Chantey was Columbo, Matlock, and Sherlock Holmes all wrapped up into one. It wasn’t until the summer of 83 that she learned a lesson in sticking her nose where doesn’t belong. Well, sort of.               The Tatum’s arrived at t...

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“Flirting with disaster” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #219

                                 Flirting with disaster Cedric’s heartbeat quickened as he took the first step in breaking the vows he held sacred. His hands caressed Michelle’s curvy hips for the first time. Her voluptuous body was soft and warm under his fingertips. Her perfume and natural body scent combined to create an intoxicating aroma. Pulling her close until their bodi...

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“The devil is in the details” by Omar Scott

Submitted to Contest #215

                                  The Devil is in the details                                                     &...

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Author bio

A urban fiction novelist with a style for writing cautionary tales with a twist. Check me out about my website>> www.outskirtspress.com/loyaltoafault