Rodge Rules

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Not A Single Soul” by Rodge Rules

Submitted to Contest #52

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen a single soul since leaving his apartment. It was pretty late and the weathermen were calling it the “blizzard of the century” so there seemed a reasonable explanation, but still. There had been no cars on the road. He had not seen anyone loading or unloading in the parking lot, although there were at least a dozen cars. Now that he was in the grocery store, Vik had yet to see a single clerk or customer. It was just him and his wet squeaky shoes, echoing throughout the supermarket. He was getting...

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“Another Night in the Heap” by Rodge Rules

Submitted to Contest #51

At first, I could only see darkness when I came to. This was certainly worth a little panic but I willed myself to keep calm and think. My head throbbed, which didn't help. This whole remembering thing was proving a challenge. While I was struggling to think, though, my corneas were doing their thing. They gathered what meager rays of light they could collect and passed this to my retinas. Those cells converted that light energy into electrical energy, which my brain interpreted as a small, fuzzy dot of light, either very tiny or very...

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“A Pirate's Life” by Rodge Rules

Submitted to Contest #50

He raised the cardboard tube to his eye, quickly scanned the horizon of trees, and then handed it back to the boy. The tube was only a rough approximation of a cylinder at this point, having steadily degraded once it was liberated from its paper coils. The father kneeled and placed his rough hand on the boy's shoulder. "I thought we lost 'em, my captain, but it seems they're back on our trail. We best get to scootin' if we want to stay one step ahead of 'em." The boy reluctantly saw to his bedding and shoved the roll into his sticker encru...

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“Plum Foot” by Rodge Rules

Submitted to Contest #49

A bronzed hulk of a man strode in next, lacking the fanciful clothing and armor adorning many of the room's occupants. He didn't just lack dress that was fanciful, he lacked much clothing, period. Strategic leather straps held a variety of stabbing, slashing, and bludgeoning instruments loosely in place while the voluminous black fur cloak was free to billow. His left shoulder was capped with the upper half of a monstrous panther's maw. The whole ensemble would have been quite impressive if it wasn't matted with grease, grime, and dust from ...

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