Philip Alexander

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“A Frozen, Beguiled Cabin.” by Philip Alexander

Submitted to Contest #77

“Beguile? What does that even mean Zelda? Can you stop already? I’m over this silly game.” Fitzgerald was on his last nerve, his lower lip turning a cool shade of purple, and trembling from the cold, his nearly frostbitten fingers stored productively between his thighs for warmth. For the last half hour, his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend Zelda promptly read from an old, worn-out dictionary, finding words she considered interesting and rarely used. “He'll beguile you with his famous smile, meaning to charm.” Zelda read ca...

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“Farewell the Crickets Sang” by Philip Alexander

Submitted to Contest #74

Five years ago the despondent, grim-faced prisoner was found guilty of treason, contesting a corrupt law that only favoured the rich, the greedy and the malicious. In his mind, the concept of power should have been divided equally amongst the town, to the joyous people, and dispensed like a wheel of cheese, for all the mouths in the village to feast upon uniformly, but it wasn’t meant to be. “You call yourself a king!? The people are starving, and you sit on your pompous throne fattened like a rotten boar! You’re a ...

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“A Bartender. A Brute. A Riddle, and an old Sailor, Bruce. ” by Philip Alexander

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #72

I knew this sailor once, Bruce, old Bruce. A strange guy and a flagrant malcontent, always causing trouble when he wasn't out sailing his boat on the black waters, poking and prodding people like a curious, destructive cat trying to understand what it really meant to be a dog, pulling tails and breaking a silver glass or two along the way.Bruce would voyage out into the black seas every night, and return solemn and grey the next morning as if empty handed, a golden sun shining down on his ill contempt like a lamp illumin...

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Hello fellow writers. I feel privileged when someone likes a story I write. It makes me feel incredible and that is something to share along the way.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #72
A Bartender. A Brute. A Riddle, and an old Sailor, Bruce. – read story