Patrick Hurley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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“The intentional Accident” by Patrick Hurley

Submitted to Contest #79

It was 12:36.No, “It was 12:36!” I shouted it, yelling at the top of my lungs because I had no other choice. Because I had lost the man I loved, the one who had been the first true love of my life. And because I was on the verge of losing the only person who, I thought, had been with me, on my side, for my entire life.“It was… How could you know that? I mean, they didn’t say anything about those kinds of details did they?”“Do you want to know how? I know because I looked at my phone right after we hung up. I thought about calling him back, b...

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“The Ravages of Time” by Patrick Hurley

Submitted to Contest #64

The wind brought sheets of rain cascading across the earth, drenching everything which had been left exposed. The few unlucky people who had been caught outside on this cold late-fall Vermont night ran for cover, shielding themselves as best they could from the sudden onslaught of water from above. Windows were slammed shut, curtains drawn, and people sequestered themselves away for the long, stormy night. Amidst the rush to stay dry, one small, squat house on a secluded and lonely drive sat entirely still. The light shining through the cu...

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“Unrelenting Evocations of the Past” by Patrick Hurley

Submitted to Contest #61

*BANG* the cooking sheet fell to the floor with a clatter, dropped from Hakim’s singed hands of. How did I manage to forget my oven mitts??, thought Hakim as he ran over to the sink and stuck his hands under the cool running water. Relief washed over him, and he walked back to pick up the cookies from the ground, this time armed with the oven mitts which he had placed by the side of the oven in preparation, but had completely forgotten about by the time the cookies were finished. At least they managed to stay on the sheet, Madison would’ve k...

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“The Lost” by Patrick Hurley

Submitted to Contest #60

“¡Ayúdame! ¡Por favor!”  “Help me, please! My family is inside, and I can’t get back in to save them.” The sound of the rushing water almost drowns out the desperate pleas of Marco’s friends and neighbors, but he can hear them nevertheless. He feels guilty (how could any human not feel guilty in times like these?) but at the same time he knows that he and his sister have no real shot at giving help to any of these thousands of people in dire need of it. Suddenly a louder voice comes from behind Marco, breaking through the never ending...

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