Riley Noel

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Gregitchi's Dream” by Riley Noel

Submitted to Contest #286

"I've been having the dream again." "What is it honey?" Gregitichi roled over to the sound of his lovely wife. "Gale, I dreamt I was an egg again." Galitchi furrowed her fluffy white face. Her long ears bent forward. She did that when she pretended to understand what she was hearing. "The egg dream," she echoed. Maybe he hadn't mentioned it, maybe he was getting old. Maybe she'd forgotten. They were both getting old. Gregitchi ran his hand over her fuzzy bent ear. "The egg dream, where I die and return as an egg." "I would miss you," Ga...

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“Clock or Cake” by Riley Noel

Submitted to Contest #284

Hoo! Hoo!Brandon looked out his bedroom window. The setting sun radiated pink through the leafless trees as it crashed into the horizon. It was pinker than usual, or maybe Brandon hadn't caught the sunset in a while. He always meant to watch it, everyday, but it slipped by.Brandon rolled away from the nuclear explosion of pink. The clock his mom got him for his twenty-third birthday projected the time onto the ceiling. His eyes adjusted to the dim blue numbers: five PM exactly.It was handy, Brandon thought, but is this what his mom envisione...

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“A Savior is Born” by Riley Noel

Submitted to Contest #283

Surrounding them were decorations of all kinds. The silver-suited nutcrackers reminded Roger of his grandfather's quartet. He wished Delilah had had a chance to meet him, and hear them sing the Montana Hop. The Silver Foxes almost made it to the Barbershop Quartet Championship one year. Roger also wished he had a close knit group like his grandfather, close enough to form a quartet even. Not that he would, or that he was a very good singer.Looking across the dimly lit table Roger's eyes’ pupils dilated as they fell upon Delilah, the love of ...

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“Meeting of the Minds” by Riley Noel

Submitted to Contest #280

The card was heavy. I turned it over and back again, the iridescent coating hypnotic. The image of freshly made malt balls rolling down a conveyer came solidly into form. I’m hungry.I turned the card over again. A zebra, a mother, slows her pace so that the lion would take her instead of her foal, her baby. The lion sinks his fangs into the back of her neck and she buckles into the dirt. Gruesome.I turned the card one last time. It's an old man, not too old. Early seventies? He's in a warm-lit room facing away. Now I see, he's painting. It's...

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