Sean Packard

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“The Wires” by Sean Packard

Submitted to Contest #282

sensitive material: mental health, substance abuse, thoughts of self-harmMuted breaths before dawn. Silent world and first traces of faint light – impossible to tell if real or a mistake of imagination. The air frigid and everything blue, deep navy wrestling night away from the darkness, flooding everything it no longer swallows. Strange shapes float at the edge of my corneas, shadows on the cave wall that blink off and on, fade and harden under changing scrutiny. A soft glow in the windowpane, subtle radiance shimmering in the glass and a t...

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“Virus” by Sean Packard

Submitted to Contest #279

Content warning: Includes graphic violence, cannibalism, and psychological distress.        I am so crushed by time. Time and these oozing wounds and the rotten flesh like mealy apple that is my chest cavity. Rotten skin and an infected mind. Gangrenous parietal. So insatiably starving for living flesh, to rend it in my grinding jaw, the music of muscle mashing between molars and canines. A beating heart, my own a thick, bloody steak. The fog of insanity. I am a monster. A living dead.   ...

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“Mae and Jun” by Sean Packard

Submitted to Contest #265

Dear Mae,              I’m coming to see you beautiful. All my things crushed and stashed away in a black roller bag, an illogical, chaotic mess. I banged my knee barging through the station turnstile – hard. I’m sure it will throb endlessly tomorrow, but for now it’s nothing. Truthfully, I can’t feel anything at all. I’ve only uttered a few words the last four days.              So maybe silent words, f...

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“Saturday in Seattle” by Sean Packard

Submitted to Contest #235

Early September in the Northwest. Spider veins of frost splinter in the upper corner of shaded windows. The fog outside is dense; it tumbles about in deepening shades of dreary gray.             Charlie’s eyes are milky. The drone of the alarm clock breaks the silence for a moment before his hand proclaims there will be no cadence today. 5:47 am. At 5:48 he’s dressed and striding out the bedroom door. He scarfs a banana like a wolf and heads for the front door. Chilly outside - good...

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“Doppel” by Sean Packard

Submitted to Contest #225

Doppel by Sean Glenn Douglas Packard               Why is it that when we stare into terror, we often stare into our own eyes? I think it’s the way we’re wired. It’s our thoughts. We have access to them but nobody else; and just as it is impossible for foreign hands to unscrew our craniums and peer inside, so too do the minds of others remain unknowable to us. We’re alarmed at minds different from our own. We fear those that could be similar. Because we don’t have to imagi...

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“Early to Rise” by Sean Packard

Submitted to Contest #224

        A gray reef fans on the edge of the eastern horizon. Cobalt blue mixed with midnight. An hour until the first fingers of sunlight. An hour back I quit twisting in the bed sheets. Wouldn’t do any good to fall asleep at 4am. Four is a time to relieve yourself and duck back under the covers for another REM cycle before the world starts calling. That’s for the people who can sleep. For those that can’t, it’s a time to surrender and roll outta there. I don’t sleep much lately. You, only when the med...

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“One More Shot” by Sean Packard

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #216

One More Shot by Sean Glenn Douglas Packard               Show-and-tell is a sacred thing for young boys. There is nothing more dopamine stroking to a five-year old than a stage all his own, the attention of his fellow carpet crawlers, and nothing to talk about but himself and his favorite object in the world.               I was a revved engine when my name was picked from the hat. And I knew exactly...

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“Zoof” by Sean Packard

Submitted to Contest #211

Two things happened last week: my dog Brodie died and I met a little green alien named Pterodactyl. I called him Terry.           I was sitting on my swing in the backyard, not swinging just sitting, when a trail of smoke zoomed across the sky like a comet. I sat up straight to see what it was. It was getting closer, heading straight towards me. I heard a noise. It started soft then got louder, a high-pitch whistle. Like the letter ‘e’. “Eeeeeeeeee!” A yellow ring around the saucer and flames glow...

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“Ghost” by Sean Packard

Submitted to Contest #182

              “Follow that taxi.” You’ve just seen a ghost.              “Wha-Which one?” The driver in the front seat is shaken from his slumber. He’s an obese, mountain of a man, so big that sitting is his natural state. The cab smells like cheeseburgers and cigarettes.              “That one, pulling out, two down. Hurry.” &nbs...

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Author bio

A flow state is unexplainable and infinite; it can go anywhere in the universe. Bring some of that universe back with you.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #216
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