Ryan Wolf

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2024

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“Foxglove” by Ryan Wolf

Submitted to Contest #287

The whistle howls from the stove. I dart across the small kitchenette to grab the kettle—the insulation on the handle has cracked and fallen away, and the exposed metal is scalding hot. My hand shoots back like a whip, and I curse myself, as though I hadn’t learned this lesson already when I was a child. This sensation—this pain—brings me back to a time gone past, the day my life took an abrupt turn that would lead me right here, to this very moment. My full name is Carmen Alejandra Flores-Mendez de la Cruz, but for the entirety of my life, ...

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“Three Guys At A Bar Somewhere” by Ryan Wolf

Submitted to Contest #286

“Bro! Bro. Did you see that game last night? Tell me you saw that fucking game.” This is Pat. This is how Pat says hello. Pat does not say hello like a normal person. No, I tell him. I did not see the game. I also tell him that I’m pissed at him. Pat blew off work this morning, and I had to do lunch all by my lonesome. But Pat is undeterred by such irrelevant details. “Oh, bro. Bro. I wish they’d give me a chance. I wish they’d give me one chance to talk to management, because I know I could turn this team around.” Is this basketball? I ask....

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“Killers” by Ryan Wolf

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #285

My brother died twenty-five years ago—twenty-five years to the day. I wish there was some kind of poetic poignancy I could attribute to this fact, that this seemingly random date holds some cosmic significance beyond my own personal tragedy. But the fact that I’ve arrived at this significant moment in my life precisely one quarter century after this fatal accident seems to be nothing more than coincidence. The memory remains visceral in my mind, not as though I have recently experienced it, but if I were constantly experiencing it, an u...

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Author bio

Taco slinger by day, writer by night. (And the days I don't sling tacos.) "I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way." -Gustav Mahler

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #285
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