Rick Bramhall

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Pet” by Rick Bramhall

Submitted to Contest #78

Tony and his new friend Smitty were sitting around in Tony's rec room, getting to know each other. The room, Smitty decided, was lovely. With oak paneling and a full-sized wet bar, it was an impressive “man cave.” The carpeting was deep, the TV set was just a little smaller than the screen you'd find in a movie theater and the pool table looked new. “So,” Smitty surmised, “you play pool?” He was quit...

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“Ten Is the Busiest Number I'll Ever Do” by Rick Bramhall

Submitted to Contest #74

I can't believe it's almost the end of the year! I made a list of things to do this year and I doubt if I've completed any of them. The first thing I need to do is find the list... Ah! Here it is! Right underneath this pile of stuff I've been meaning to throw out. I wonder if that's on my list? Let me see here: 1. Throw out all the things I haven't used in over a year. That would...

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“Soup to Nuts” by Rick Bramhall

Submitted to Contest #72

Detective Richard Pettibone stood at the head of the dining room table, looking as impeccable as usual in his black tuxedo with the satin lapels. His jet-black hair was slicked back and looking shiny. He had just gotten out of the shower when his guests started arriving and so it was still wet. Trying to hide his nervousness, he stuck his hands in his pockets, only to find that his pistol wasn't where h...

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“Unforgiven” by Rick Bramhall

Submitted to Contest #70

He looked down at his body and saw that he was nicely dressed. There was his favorite tie, the Donald Duck one with the sky-blue background, over a white dress shirt. But where did the dark-blue wool suit come from? Someone must have bought it especially for the funeral. His finger tips and palms ran down the cloth. It felt warm and fuzzy to the touch. He kept his hands over his ribs for a moment, lost in the se...

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“Two Poets” by Rick Bramhall

Submitted to Contest #68

The two poets watched as the morning sunrise struggled into dawn. One was young, the other near the end of his life. The soft rose-pink light colored both their faces, the one like a smooth, blank palette, the other interrupted with aged canyons of shadow. "What, is it sunset already?" the older one wondered out loud. "No, Master," replied his young friend. "It is dawn." They sat gently ...

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“Such a Good Deal” by Rick Bramhall

Submitted to Contest #67

When I want to impress a date, I usually take her to the Tanglebar market on Terraformula II. "What's so particularly great about this marketplace?" Sandy asked. True to her name, she had sand-colored hair. Other than that, there was nothing sandy about her at all. "It's the most visually interesting market I've ever seen," I replied. "I've never seen a place with a wider variety of life forms." ...

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