S.C Sanborn

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Off To See The Shaman” by S.C Sanborn

Submitted to Contest #265

The drive was always the hardest for Mac. It wasn’t the anticipation or the anxiety that it induced. Instead, it was the actual turning of the wheel and the thumping of the pedals that made it difficult. His bones ached. His joints creaked. Simple movements had become… less simple. He felt like an old car that had been left to rust on the front lawn. It had been this way for quite some time. Rain pattered against the windshield as he drove. It was Fall and the weather had begun its yearly downturn in New England. The leaves still held ...

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“The Gingerbread Man” by S.C Sanborn

Submitted to Contest #256

Tom and Gabby were drunk, swaying back and forth into one another as the train car bounced along the rails to the stadium. They made a handsome couple. Gabby was lithe and graceful, usually that is, with a slim build beneath long, blonde hair. Tom was tall and spry, and while he wasn’t particularly stocky, his muscles pushed outward on all sides of his t-shirt. Together they looked like they belonged on the cover of Getting Married, if there was ever such a thing. The train was old and thoroughly worn out, as evidenced by the flickerin...

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“Spiral” by S.C Sanborn

Submitted to Contest #255

I knew it was broken right off the bat. But it couldn’t be. Not here. Not now. I was sprawled haphazardly on the ground, my right leg caught between two rocks that had slid along with me in an awful version of a baseball slide. Right into first base, I guess. I had been hurrying, which I did a lot those days, trying to catch up to the rest of the group; jumping from rock to rock like I had done so nimbly in my twenties. I was in rehab. Well, we all called it that off hand. Really it was a shamanistic treatment center for PTSD and other inten...

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“Sounds relaxing” by S.C Sanborn

Submitted to Contest #253

I could say that it all happened at once, but really it had been a lifetime of decisions that had led to this moment, an avalanche of stress that had inexorably ravaged the mountain, a cascade of water pouring… …you get the picture. I had been lost for a very long time. And when I say lost, I mean exclusively in my own head. Everything had seemed peachy-keen from the outside. The business, the wife, the house, the kids, the cars, the toys, the dog, the friends, the clubs, the projects… the dream. It was the American Dream. I had ...

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“You Can Always Pray” by S.C Sanborn

Submitted to Contest #252

The weather was beautiful, sunny, and there was a slight breeze, so there was absolutely zero chance that I would be headed to the beach that day. That was the thing about living in a beach town. When tourist season hit, everything awesome about living near the ocean was negated by the onrush of the summertime hordes. So instead of heading south to the bleached white sands, my dog and I were headed north, to the bar. Traffic in this direction was no better. The town was simply never meant to contain this many people. Adding a ferry to ...

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