SEAN MILLER

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Lost in November” by SEAN MILLER

Submitted to Contest #147

So… there was a bit of a mix-up. As the lights went off in the movie theater I ruminated on what events had led up to this moment, sitting next to the person I was now. But to do that, we’ll have to backtrack a little. Mike Heusser had an extra ticket to the movies. It was to a premiere showing of Lost in November. Everyone in class had read the book. You know the type. One of tho...

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“Aftermath” by SEAN MILLER

Submitted to Contest #146

The peace found in the ruins of a battlefield is unlike any other. The aftermath of a battle is the antithesis of itself. War is chaos. A cacophony of sounds barraging one’s earlobes from every direction. The reverberating clang of metal as two bloodied swords strike, the erupting shudder of a cannon-shot rippling through the air, the commanding shouts from generals as they attempt to raise their voice ab...

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“The Black Glove” by SEAN MILLER

Submitted to Contest #145

Boris stared intensely at his lit cigarette, watching smoke trail off its tip. He was supposed to have quit those damn cigs for good, but this last month had hit him like a truck. He needed something to take the edge off. A month ago he lit his first cig in two years after he received the notice. He had fallen behind on payments for his shop before, but this was different. He was way in over his head....

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“Roommates” by SEAN MILLER

Submitted to Contest #144

“You can’t be serious…” Ava groaned, scrolling through social media. She just saw the new post from her band teacher on Instagram. It was a picture of the band room with the caption: “Band Practice Tonight!” She hated that her band teacher used Insta to send out news. He was trying way too hard. She shook her head, it was so cringe. Jen, Ava’s roommate, looked up from her book, “What is it now?” <...

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“The Dreamer” by SEAN MILLER

Submitted to Contest #143

She is gazing up at us again, admiring our formations with wonder. Most don’t look up anymore. They look forward at glowing screens or down at paperwork, signing their dreams away. But she looks up. We are nothing special. Merely water in the sky. But she sees us as so much more. It matters not if people look at us, the sunset, or the astral tapestry of stars and planets. It only matters that they look up...

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Author bio

I am an English major at UCLA who hopes to become a published author. Whether it be improv, DMing, or writing, I love practicing storytelling in all its forms. I experiment across genres, though I have a special place in my heart for Fantasy.