Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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“Do I?” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

When pitched at 100mph, it will take a baseball just under 400ms to reach home base. Swinging the bat takes a professional batter around 150ms, while processing the pitch – was it a fastball? a slider? a curveball? at what angle is it going? – will take somewhere between 75 and 100ms. This leaves 150ms, give or take, to decide what to do. Swing? Or let it go? Is it going to fly within the strike zone? The stakes are high...

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“Liberation” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

Although the late night gloom did provide it with a tinge of spookiness, a description of the building still wouldn't steer too far from unremarkable. Its façade’s exposed brick was very much like that of many older buildings in the city. Maybe worn out a bit more than most, with those bricks closer to the ground pockmarked and stained by some long-forgotten liquid, but at first glance one wouldn't notice anythi...

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“The daily grind” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

"Stevens." The bundle of bedsheets rises, like a ghost ready for its rounds, and you hear something between a grunt and a moan emerge from within. Throw in a ball and chain and you've got yourself a B horror movie right there. The man under the sheets mumbles a succession of curses, like a primary school kid reciting the times tables with no understanding of them, and gropes at the linen until it is a pil...

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“Light bulb moments” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

For most people, having a good idea is a positive experience, something that produces a feeling of pride inside oneself, potentially even bringing happiness or relief over solving some until-then-intractable problem. It keeps the neurons nudged, the synapses snappy and can lead to further good ideas, perhaps even great ones, or, in some rare cases, to a coveted brilliant idea. Genius ideas should generally be left to tho...

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“Pitch black” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

The sun was long gone, the moon presumably out yet nowhere to be seen, hiding somewhere behind the thick blanket of clouds that covered the sky. Leon looked up at it through his sunglasses. He didn't take them off very often nowadays, not even to sleep. He would occasionally catch someone averting their gaze, pretending they hadn't just been staring at him, their dark irises madly zooming in some other random direction, ...

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“Clear skies” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

The space pod was still several miles up in the air, but it had stopped being a little speck in the sky and was now more of a semi-distinguishable blob. Lloyd squinted as he tried to recognise its shape through his wire-framed glasses, looking back down at the screen every few seconds, all the while trying not to let the queasiness from the rocking boat take over him. He would have sworn the parachute had not yet been deployed, based on the speed his brain was trying to estimate with the little data it was being given, but the numbers on ...

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“Forty-two percent” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

Marco turned the key and his entire body began to rumble in tune with the car. The motor purred playfully, like a cat getting its belly scratched, but he was well aware of how quickly it could turn into a roaring lion if he just put down his foot. The tiniest smile prodded at the corner of his mouth as he pictured waking up the beast. But his foot stayed where it was. He knew it wouldn't pay off.He looked down at the small clock next to the speedometer, not really sure if he wanted to know the time. Nine minutes to nine. Twenty one...

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“1734 Worthington Drive” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

Detective Marcus Fletcher was alone in the office. He was splayed out over his chair, its hard, worn out edge cutting against his lower back as his shoulders pushed against the backrest, the rusty screws keeping the seat in one rickety piece struggling not to give in. He'd been in that perfectly balanced position for several minutes now, his sleep-deprived mind delving in and out of the case. Finally, the chair swivelled half an inch, giving out a little squeak, and he was thrust back into the present.He lifted himself into a less ...

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“Diminishing portals” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

“Alright, Anna, good talking to you. See you around.” Leigh said this with a beaming smile on her lips, but as she closed the door behind her it was gone as quick as it had appeared.She hung her jacket on the sagging coat rack on the wall, finding the right angle at which it would hold on instead of dragging the existing pile of coats down with it. Below this was a bulging mountain of shoes, sandals, high heels and other less common, less often worn footwear. Without a second glance, she contributed to the mound with the pair of tr...

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