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Ralph Aldrich

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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Hi, My Name is Ray

Submitted to Contest #315

The fog slowly lifts from Ray’s brain and, in doing so, Ray discovers he is standing in the middle of the Joseph Muller Bridge. The Connecticut River sluggishly flows beneath, lights reflecting on its surface. Ray thinks the water looks like the night sky, dark and unfathomable. He slowly blinks. The sound of traffic grabs his attention, and he turns to look. There’s a fair amount of traffic, and he’s not in a walkway.Suddenly, Ray is gripped by an attack of nausea. He swirls around and begins vomiting over the railing. Over and over....

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It's Your Move

Submitted to Contest #313

Jack Daniels of Daniels Detective Agency is closing up shop for the night.He plans to go home and download the photos of his client’s wife. She checked into the Hotel for Lovers on Sixth and Main at 2:30 this afternoon and checked out at 4:00 p.m. Just in time to return home and start supper for her loving husband—such a “devoted” wife.Never mind the three guys who spent the afternoon with her. “This ought to be quite a shocker for old man Peterson; he only suspected her of cheating with one guy! I only hope the old fart gives me my check be...

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The "Author"

Submitted to Contest #312

Note: All stories in italics are actual stories created by ChatGPTRichard Roberts is an author of children’s books, specifically stories for young children.He has a short series called “Mr. Bunny Goes to Town.” They tell how Mr. Bunny goes grocery shopping or to the park to play, so forth and so on.Despite their success with four-year-olds, he has yet to win any awards in the category of children’s books.Roberts feels that this is primarily because the books are mostly illustrations with a few verses at the bottom of each page. He is becomin...

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The Thor Effect

Submitted to Contest #311

Ragnar Ole sighs, “Just another day.” He works in the mailroom of the law firm, Johnson and Beam, and has done so for the past six years. Every day, he arrives at four in the morning and starts bundling the mail by departments. It must be ready for delivery by eight when the lawyers arrive. It’s mind-numbing work, and Ragnar often feels like a robot going through the motions. It’s little wonder that while on his lunch break, he can be found poring through books of Norwegian history. When he was a young boy, his father told him how his...

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Mr. Lemon's Lament

Submitted to Contest #309

Mr. Lemon returns to consciousness with a sharp intake of air. He slowly opens his eyes, not knowing how long he has been asleep. At eighty-six, it is not as if he gently falls asleep, but more like he just suddenly shuts off.Through burning, tired eyes, he scans the room. It’s a cluttered mess. Dust covers everything and a pile of dirty dishes rests on his folding table. He sighs, "What would my poor wife Katherine think of me if she saw her lovely home now? She worked hard to keep it nice. I must get busy and clean it up. It’s only right. ...

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The Road Ahead

Submitted to Contest #305

“I HATE you!” Peter Paltiel stares at his wife in total disbelief. The woman he has been married to for the last thirty-five years is standing in the open doorway of their home, screaming for all the neighborhood to hear. Her rage makes her nearly unrecognizable. Wild eyes and hair-spittle flying from her lips. Victoria throws his suitcase and clothes onto the front lawn, “I only married you because accountants are supposed to make good money! But oh no, not you! You make money for everyone else but not for me! You’re just a wort...

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People of the Night

Submitted to Contest #302

The year is 1973. I have just begun working at a grocery supply warehouse in Worcester, Massachusetts. I work in the dispatcher’s office, helping to set up delivery trips for the following day. The dispatcher’s name is Sy, a quick-witted fellow who is easy to like. I know the warehouse manager because my friend is dating his daughter. (That’s how I landed the job.) It is a relatively relaxed and fun workplace between Armard, the manager, and the other department bosses. The job’s most frustrating feature is that the computer we rely o...

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The Noble Oak

Submitted to Contest #300

The back porch of the family farmhouse is catching a nice autumn breeze blowing in off the meadow. Raymond breathes in the sweet smell of wildflowers wafting in as the day slowly passes. A majestic old oak stands in the middle of the meadow, waving its branches at Raymond like an old friend. He smiles as he puffs his pipe a few times to keep it lit.The noon sun heats up Raymond’s shoes, causing him to pull them back under the metal porch chair. When Raymond was young, the meadow was a cornfield. The oak was there then, making it older th...

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12.01 a.m.

Submitted to Contest #297

A sandy-haired twelve-year-old boy named Crispin Taylor stares in dismay at the dilapidated house. His parents divorced five years ago, and Crispin and his mother now live in a small flat in Guildford, England. His mother, Susan, recently inherited the house from her aunt on the outskirts of town. Her aunt’s father made his fortune manufacturing men’s haberdashery. Susan told Crispin that his great aunt’s name was Beatrice Baines. She never had children, so she would invite Susan, several other cousins, and a few of the neighbor’s child...

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Norton Macalister

Submitted to Contest #295

Norton Macalister, a tall, distinguished British gentleman of sixty years of age, has stopped to blow his nose. After inspecting his handkerchief, as we all seem to do, he returns it to his coat’s breast pocket with all the points in their proper places. As he gives it a satisfying pat, he looks up to see that the funeral parlor across the street is holding a service for one Norton Macalister. Thinking it quit the coincidence , he decides to go and investigate.Stepping inside, he notices that the place is nearly empty save for a coffin and t...

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Marvin Merkin

Submitted to Contest #293

Mild-mannered Marvin Merkin of Milford, Massachusetts is driving his 1962 Nash Metropolitan to Minnesota, where he will start working for the Maple and Maple Accounting firm. The rain is coming down in torrents. Due to the driver side’s badly worn windshield wiper blade, Marvin must drive's hunched over the wheel to see through the streaking rain. He smiles as he thinks of a little word game. “Marvin Merkin from Milford drives through a monsoon to get to Minnesota!” Marvin chuckles to himself. “Mother always did...

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To Paint is to Dream

Submitted to Contest #292

Preston slowly exits Ferguson Art Gallery with his portfolio tucked under his arm. The passing crowd pays no attention to the man in the shabby brown suit with his head hanging low. Preston’s breathing grows heavier with each passing second until he finally explodes with rage. Everyone scatters as he flings his artwork onto the pavement and begins to stomp on it. Spittle flies from his lips as he curses the gallery for their short-sightedness. As his anger subsides, he looks around, embarrassed by his public display of em...

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The Grimoire

Submitted to Contest #291

“Slap!”  Back pressed against the wall, Lucky Louie grabs the wrist of the man who has him by the throat. “This is your final warning! If the Boss don’t get his money by the end of the week, let’s just say you won’t have to worry about it no more! Capito?” Louie nods vigorously. “He’ll get it! Tell him I’ll do my best to raise what I owe him. I promise.” “Never mind the friggin’ promise shit! Just get it!”  The henchman raises his meaty fist but turns Louie loose with a shove instead. “...

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Bell

Submitted to Contest #290

The spring rain falls unnoticed. Eli remains motionless by his wife’s grave, feeling empty. Since they first met fifty years ago, it has just been the two of them. At the time they wed, both of their parents had already passed away.   They never had children. However, they never had any regrets because they had each other and were very much in love.They worked in education, Eli, a college professor, Margaret, a high school teacher. Both taught history, leading to traveling to many places they taug...

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Devil's Pit, Arizona

Submitted to Contest #289

The desert wind blows dry and hot. The sky is pale blue due to the lack of moisture. Beneath the cloudless sky rides a solitary rider slumped in his saddle, his head bobbing with the pace of his pony’s steps. His hat is pulled low. A bandanna covers his face to fight the blowing sand.            On the rise of a dune, the dappled mare stops and snorts sand from its nose. Its master lifts his head and rubs the dust from his eyes. He squinted at the town ...

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