Reece York

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“We’re not so different.” by Reece York

Submitted to Contest #202

An asteroid sailed through the cosmos with a faint tail trailing behind it. It shimmered and dissipated as the mass of rock lumbered and weaved around gravity fields towards its destination.This destination planet spun stoically; as it had done since its inception. The surface was pock-marked, like a face with poor complexion. Dimples and divots scored the barren world, caused by eons of planetary golf. The spectators watched in mild amusement as the huge space rock hit its mark.The minor god Xeras smiled and pumped his fist. The impact spew...

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“The Good Church Boy” by Reece York

Submitted to Contest #190

"Speak now." Father said. His arms crossed firmly against his chest, so tight that you could see muscle strain against his red polo shirt. His gaze pierced and forced Gregor's eyes down by the judgement it contained.Gregor wish he could explain, truly he did. He was used to being in good graces with the grownups in his life, but now his lips were sealed, and his hands trembled. He grimaced at the hot burn in his eyes and nose. The indignation of doing the right thing was fresh with him.His father sighed in resignation. "Alright. Go to your r...

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“Enough” by Reece York

Submitted to Contest #184

He sat in his small one-desk office and stared at a jumbled spreadsheet. His station was pushed into a corner of the room with the locked door behind him. The unsympathetic numbers and glare from the monitor made his eyes burn. Another day, another report to run, and altogether another eight hours of life thrown away. On his desk were two monitors, a filled coffee cup that had grown cold, and a fake plant he had bought to liven up the mood in his office. It didn’t. His chair caused a dull ache he had grown to ignore and the occasion...

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“Origins” by Reece York

Submitted to Contest #183

Only planetary bodies and the spaces between them existed. Only the combusting stars and swirling dead planets patrolled the emptiness. The rotation of planets birthed the first two sentient beings, Darkness and Light; shadow and incandescence. They danced during the conception of time and material, and have ever since persisted in their chase, hunt, and play. These two conversed before all others. "Why do you flee, Darkness?", Light shimmered on the cusp of a mountain peak, inching closer by the slow spin of the vast desolate planet. ...

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“The Book Burning In Hallowbrook” by Reece York

Submitted to Contest #182

Trigger Warning: Body horror, violence, and gross imagery The Book Burning In Hallowbrook In the vast and unlit corridors of space and time, where the maker of all undulates and quivers, its unholy essence seeps into and tarnishes the very light that travels the galaxies in flashes of pure and instant chaos. These rays skewer the fabric of reality and traverse the eons, mounting in malice, will, and hatred the longer and farther it travels. Impossibly fast and imperceptible, it hunts for sentience across the galaxy; to spread the know...

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“Luck Be A Halfling” by Reece York

Submitted to Contest #180

Holly Peddlewood twiddled the wood-carved three-leaf clover in her halfling hands as she scouted the hidden entrance to the temple before her. She loathed these one-person missions. When she was with the others, she’d be reassured against the disastrous scenarios an anxious mind conjures before a tense quest. The carving fell from her hand and struck the earth with a clatter. She glanced and noticed it landed, and stayed firmly, on its stem; a rare occurrence, but for Holly as clear sign of favor by Fortina herself. She pulled a coin from...

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“The Fears Of Elves and Dwarves” by Reece York

Submitted to Contest #94

“You always do this, you idiot. Always.” The dwarf, stout build and red-bearded, complained to himself on a cloudless moonlit night. He was trapped and he knew it. Stuck in a shallow but wide underground cave with the only escape being the wide-ranging hole about twenty feet up in the ceiling. He laid faced up towards the sky with glistening gossamer threads strung all about the room, a tangle of which bound his left arm and snared him to a grey boulder. The whole space smelled of musty decay. Moonlight glistened off the pearl-blue thre...

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“The Old Man In The Woods” by Reece York

Submitted to Contest #93

He stood in silence; a world of emotion rushing over him. As if he had forgotten himself entirely until this moment. All those years of carefully packing away difficult feelings into a tight box; the seams of which would buckle only rarely in the still moments of the night before he slept. This time they ripped wide open. All from this generic birthday invitation that was left on the porch outside his cabin. He had just returned from his morning routine, checking the traps and basking in the solitude around h...

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Author bio

Hail and well met! I'm an aspiring author who has had the dream of having my name on the spine of a book ever since I was a youngling. To be able to transport myself and others into an escapism that allows us to sort through the craziness of life - that's one of the wonderful things we get to do as creatives. Vonnegut, my favorite author, said it best - "Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow." If you'd like to contact me, you can reach me at reece.york@live.com. Thanks for reading!