Ryan Dupont

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Royal Holiday” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #88

Prince Alhan sat alone at a huge dining table, made to look small only by the immense size of the Great Hall that surrounded him. Herculean columns of stone, intricately carved with lavish designs, rose from the floors to support the goliath arches of the domed ceiling. A vast display of beautifully crafted stained glass windows, designed to depict various moments of historical glory for the Kingdom of Xanabar Ashar, filled the space between the giant, stone supports that buttressed the walls of the hall from the outside. A rainbow of multi-...

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“Dark Sprite” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #87

The young girl stood in the center of a dirt path before a thick, black, tangle of forest. The wind rustled the trees, making the gnarled and wicked branches appear as if they were alive. Wooden signs on both sides of the seldom traveled road bore words of warning in dark red paint, as if written in blood. Turn Back, Haunted Woods, Beware, and Enter At Your Own Peril, where among the many phrases used to persuade travelers to choose another path. The girl was not afraid. Her purpose was certain. Glancing back one last time at her encampme...

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“You Stand Accused” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #70

Serena opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred and her head was clouded. She could not remember what had happened or where she was. Her head throbbed with a piercing pain behind her eyes. She tried to rub her temple and then panicked, her hands were bound behind her back. Thin leather thongs cut into her wrists and when she moved them, she cried out in pain. She was standing upright with her back against something round and solid. Her waist and ankles were tied as well and she realized that she was bound to a large pole. Kindling was heaped ...

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“The Eye of Khazira” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #67

Captain Black crashed through the edge of the jungle and into the clearing, saber in hand. Four of his most loyal and skilled buccaneers followed close behind, cutlasses at the ready. The journey through the jungle had already cost the pirate captain a dozen men lost to deadly insects, venomous snakes and savage predators. His determination and obsession to find a mythical gemstone continued to drive him forward. Nothing else concerned him. A smile appeared on his face as he caught a glimpse of a large stone doorway set into the cliffside ah...

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“The Summoning” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #65

Flickering flames danced in the dark woods as the three women gripped their torches tightly and made their way through the tangled old growth. It was thick and unforgiving, tearing at their cloaks and slashing at their skin. They pushed on with determination and haste, crouching, climbing and even crawling in places too dense to walk. They were terrified, but remained steadfast and focused on their intention. Each one of them knew how mad it was to be here, for it was Allhallows Eve and this was the haunted Blackwood Forest. A full moon...

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“The Garden” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #64

The sun disappeared below the trees on the horizon and twilight approached quickly. The lone traveler, dressed in a sleeveless leather tunic over a linen shirt and breeches, quickened his pace. He could feel the temperature dropping and a cold autumn breeze was whispering through the trees. His pack grew heavy after a long day's travel and he needed to rest. The short sword sheathed at his waist slapped against his thigh as his brisk walk became a desperate jog. Edwin had seen a plume of smoke just over the next hill and he prayed to the ...

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“Hunting Season” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #63

The two orcs marched along the narrow road, tattered chainmail clicking and battered wooden shields clacking, as they made their way up a steep hill. Crossbows were slung across their backs beside quivers jammed full of crudely-made arrows, fletched with the feathers of ravens as black as the night. Longswords and daggers hung in frayed sheaths on their worn belts and their threadbare clothes were filthy and stained. At the top of the hill they stopped to rest, sweat beaded on their green-skinned faces in the hot autumn sun. The larger of...

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“The Knight And The Bard” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #62

A man sat alone at a table in a shadowy corner of the tavern, keeping to his own thoughts, lost in a mug of ale. He was wearing chainmail, with a sword sheathed at his hip and a heavy, iron helmet sitting upon the table next to his empty porridge bowl. He was clearly a knight, wearing the colors of the kingdom of Rhylaria and the markings of Queen Valda on his shield. He did not look up when the bard approached. “Good Sir Knight, I do know thee,” Aldos insisted. “Are you not Sir Alfred of Rhylaria?” “Go away bard,” was the response, as...

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“The Straw Doll” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #61

“Come forward!” demanded the old woman in a sickly voice. She sat upon the throne, her hunched and withered body lost inside the regal gown and robes that long ago fit her snuggly. A crown sat upon her head, heavy on her brow. “Stand before me grand-daughter. Hear what I must say and do as I bid you.” The young girl was trembling, but she walked forward, slowly at first, and stood before Queen Valda. Her hands were folded before her and she bowed gracefully. She did not have the courage to look the queen in the eye. “Vahnessa, you are ...

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“My Kingdom Fallen” by Ryan Dupont

Submitted to Contest #60

I was trapped. Alone in the throne room, I paced, as I’d been doing for nearly two days now. The main doors before me were barred, but the force continually pushing against them was immense and the snarling roar from the other side was deafening. The masses in the corridor outside were getting close to breaching. The sturdy portal of oak and iron heaved in and out giving the appearance of breathing; a false hope of life. There was only death waiting behind those doors.Anxiety escalated and my heart raced, feeling as if it would burst from my...

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Author bio

It has always been my dream to write. Therefore, with the completion of this bio, my dream will be fulfilled. I may hang out here and write some stories too, but it feels good to have already accomplished my dream.