Richard Thompson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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5 Stories

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“Farting at a Funeral and Other Life Lessons” by Richard Thompson

Submitted to Contest #165

Ever since I can remember, my mother has blamed me for the death of my father. I honestly could not tell you why. I was just four months old when he fell down a manhole. I guess maybe she thought I crawled all the way from my crib in Queens to downtown Brooklyn in rush hour traffic and gave Pops the ol’ heave-ho while he was on the job. I suppose that is possible (I was an exceptionally good crawler for my age), although I can’t imagine that I had enough upper body strength to physically thrust my father to his tragic demise. My therapist...

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“Brief and Random Conversations During the Apocalypse” by Richard Thompson

Submitted to Contest #158

This story contains references to drugs and violence.“When I was 16 I killed a man.”“What?”“I said, when I was 16 I killed a man.”“I heard what you said, Beth. I’m just not understanding the premise. Is this one of those new games the kids are playing now? You know I’m not on social media.”“No, I’m literally telling you that when I was 16 years old, I ran over a man in my daddy’s 1965 Chevy pickup truck and flattened him out like a pancake.”...

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“The Redemption of Calvin Bushytail” by Richard Thompson

Submitted to Contest #156

Don’t you remember the story of Calvin Bushytail? You don’t? That’s odd, considering it was on the front page of every major squirrel news website just recently. What? Yes, of course squirrels have news websites. What kind of question is that? Okay, fine, I’ll tell you the story, but please pay attention, because I’ll only tell it once; you should probably put your phone down for this.First off, you should know that hardly anything newsworthy ever happens in Squirrel Town. After all, it’s not a hustling and bustling metr...

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“Tales from the Eye” by Richard Thompson

Submitted to Contest #59

Bumbletown, Kansas had been smack-dab in the middle of a “twisted-up funnel mess,” as Sheriff Lincecum called it, for weeks now. It was the “calm before the shit hits the fan,” he would say. Destruction slowly closing in.Twice a day, Father McEleney would offer last rites in the town's church. Before going to bed every night, husbands, wives, brothers, and sisters would say good bye to each other like there wouldn’t be a morning. Only the Sun continued to rise.“Get on with it, Lord!” Farmer Jessup screa...

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“Strange Beginnings” by Richard Thompson

Submitted to Contest #57

Mr. Butterfly longed for the days before metamorphosis. Back when he and Mrs. Butterfly lived the humdrum caterpillar life. A quiet leaf dinner and an early bedtime.But they were social butterflies now. Either hosting a gathering or fluttering off to one. He didn't care for it, and as Mrs. Butterfly went on and on about that evening's dinner party, Mr. Butterfly snapped.“Enough, Muriel!” Mr. Butterfly screamed. “Enough!”“Aren’t you tired of always fluttering about?! Ever since we’ve be...

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