Randy Miller

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2023

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9 Stories

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“The Tragedy of Aidan” by Randy Miller

Submitted to Contest #284

I sat in my car, rubbing my forehead as the familiar sign with my name loomed ominously over my reserved spot. An unsettling haze clung to my thoughts; I had parked here, yet the drive felt like a disorienting void, a stretch of memory that had been erased. With a shaky breath, I finally pushed the door open, bracing myself for whatever lay ahead.The wind howled around the building, tugging at my raincoat like a warning. I glanced up, spotting a heavy fog rolling in, a sinister shroud that promised more than just a dreary day. It felt like a...

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“A bowl of oatmeal and a tiger” by Randy Miller

Submitted to Contest #266

“Sunny and warm with a high of seventy-one degrees,” the announcer said from the radio. Rodger turned the knob and shut it off.The car was packed, and he was ready to go. A perfect day for fishing. He had waited months for time of from work to take this day. Nothing would stand in his way, now.He pulled down the wide brim of his straw hat, savoring its familiar weight as he swung open the front door. The sun greeted him with open arms, a gentle warmth draping over his shoulders like a soft blanket.Above, the sky sprawled in a brilliant blue,...

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“Wishful Drinking: Spirits of the Bottle” by Randy Miller

Submitted to Contest #252

SAM STAGGERED IN the chilling Autumn wind, anticipating another cruel night. Holding a rolled sleeping bag, he sought refuge behind Anderson's grocery store.The pungent odor coming from the dumpster assaulted his nose as he squeezed between the wooden slats of the locked gate to the enclosure that surround the dumpster. Walking around the side he unfurled the sleeping bag behind the dumpster and crawled inside.As the sky darkened, he revisited his recent downfall, feeling betrayed by the world and his wife's anger. His drinking had not helpe...

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“Between the Stacks” by Randy Miller

Submitted to Contest #251

As the Caribbean sun made its debut, the Captain of the Schooner Maria ascended to the main deck. He peered into the hatch before he closed it and bellowed, "Just sit tight, funny-looking gringo, and sip your piss water." With a bellowing laugh, he sauntered away down the deck.Watching the Captain's departure, Harley couldn't help but shake his head, clutching his books in the galley. Unfazed by the Captain's rough demeanor and scorn, he was accustomed to dealing with bullies. Harley was acutely aware of his uniqueness. Gifted with an eideti...

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“The Lessons We Learn” by Randy Miller

Submitted to Contest #250

My head whirled, my heart raced with excitement! There was no escaping this, no chance at all!Adjusting my elbows against the sturdy wood floor, I pushed upwards, engrossed in the Saturday morning cartoons. Superman found himself ensnared by Braniac, but lo and behold! Batman swooped in with a batarang, turning the tables and saving the day! Two iconic heroes colliding on screen, AWESOME! Adrenaline surged through me as I leaped up, spinning and fist-pumping towards the sky. A team-up in cartoons - had to be a kid who thought ...

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“Lessons Learned” by Randy Miller

Submitted to Contest #250

The shield in my left hand reverberated with a loud “Tang” as the sword crashed down upon it, sending a jolt of vibration through my arm.  My sword came down upon my opponents shield, metal clashed against metal, creating a cacophony of “Tang!” “Tang!” that reverberated through the crisp air.  As I pushed forward with determination, I could feel the weight of my opponent’s shield pressing against mine, the metallic grinding filling my ears. Suddenly, a distant voice to my right broke through the intensity of our battle, calling ...

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“The Parade” by Randy Miller

Submitted to Contest #249

March 21, 1974. The day in Port Townsend would be forever known to the locals as “The Shopping Cart Parade” day.The chain of events kicked off as Leo Rauscher emerged from the IGA with his bag of groceries. The cool breeze leisurely wafting through the parking lot brought thoughts of cruising on his boat that afternoon.“Happy Birthday to me...Happy Birthday to meeee,” he crooned to himself softly while twirling the keys to his sleek new Jaguar XKE around his right index finger.Stepping off the curb, he made his way across the parking lot tow...

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“Persuasion. ” by Randy Miller

Submitted to Contest #248

BOTH MY HANDS clenched into fists as I pushed up against my antagonizer, Danny, who straddled my back. His towering presence felt like a suffocating weight, his large right hand against the back of my head forcing it down to the unforgiving ground. The coldness of the water in the puddle filled my mouth with bitter taste and gritty mud. I spat and sputtered, desperate to break Danny's hold. “Give up you little wus?”, his lip snarled. With a surge of adrenaline I managed to twist my body sideways using the slippery mud to my advantage as...

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“Snow Day” by Randy Miller

Submitted to Contest #227

  I stood barefoot on the ice-cold wood floor, feeling the chill seep through my toes and shivering in my thin cotton pajama bottoms. The rough texture of the wood beneath my feet sent a shiver up my spine, and I hugged my arms around myself for warmth. (No eleven-year-old man would ever wear a pajama top.)  Looking at my Mickey Mouse clock, I could see it was four-fourteen in the morning. It was still dark out and long before I had to get up for school, but I was a genius.  At eleven years old, I had the mind of Einste...

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