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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021
I always hated outdoorsy stuff; nature hikes, fishing and especially camping. Why bother going out into the middle of nowhere when you can have all you ever wanted in the city? Besides, there’s Wi-Fi. My friends disagree, of course. They tell me I need to be outdoors once in a while. “It’ll do you some good to escape from the screens you keep staring at all day.” ...
“Grow up,” she told him with a face of disgust. “How should I have known?” “No,” she snapped back. “No, don’t even try it.” One cup had already been smashed and it appeared that more dishware would be imminently destroyed. “You’ve been using those excuses for over a year now and I’m tired of it.” ...
The room was empty save for a few lingerers. Each man but the bartender staring at the bottom of a glass or off into the distance. “Another round, Jim?” “Yes, sir. It’ll be the last.” “Coming right up.” The bartender grabbed a fresh mug, tilted it at an angle and began to fill it. He grabbed the empty mug Jim was staring in...
“Check in the rear storage room, they might be in there,” Ronnie shouted at his wife as he carried bags of supplies across the lobby. “I did, they’re not there,” came the response. “Then I don’t know.” The guests standing by the reception desk followed Ronnie’s spirited movements with their collect gaze as he power-walked around. <...
The humble elegance of the chawans stood out to him as he placed them on the bamboo mat in front of him. They were of various colours and their imperfection stood out to him as beautiful. He greeted each guest with a courteous bow as they entered, and began to gently clean each utensil in full view of all those around him. He was the host; his gaze was steadied on the task before him. Each utensil had been used previousl...
Trucking never seemed like a job to Frank, he enjoyed the time alone on the road. It helped him think and plan out his future. He didn’t have big dreams, but they were dreams nonetheless. A house of his own somewhere peaceful, and enough land to grow food on. He kept a photo of a pristine grassy landscape hidden in his truck’s sun visor. He would look at it occasionally and remind himself what this was all for...
Waking up to that rank stench never seemed to ever get any easier. All the deafening sounds eventually faded into a muted cacophony. The tremors reverberating through the earth became a gentle stir. The shouting, the screaming, the filth and the dreariness. All of it was easy to become accustomed to with time. Only those green enough not to have experienced it found it unsettling or even shocking. But the smell? It rem...
Sue was content. She looked down at the lemon slice floating at the top of her cup of tea. She took a sip of the tea and looked outside from her living room window at the children playing outside. They were eagerly participating in some group game and busily chatting amongst themselves. Maybe discussing the tactics that they would use to beat the other team. She felt satisfied in the moment. The autumn ...
To get away from civilization, to be alone, it’s all he ever wanted. After the loss of his job, the death of his parents and a divorce, all within the span of a year, he fled. Fled to some remote part of the world driven by some remote part of his brain. There he wanted nothing more than to get away from the turbulence of the man-made world. The sea provided that in abundance. The city life su...
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