Sean Smith

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“A Damn Fine Martini” by Sean Smith

Submitted to Contest #173

The night was starting to wind down and Jim was feeling the hours. He had gotten to work at 10:30am and would be wrapping up business around midnight. Most of his patrons had trickled out at this point. He was hunched over his faithful three-tiered sink, diligently cleaning and stacking glassware to dry. Once his prodigious pile of dishes was cleansed, he’d make a sweep of the tables and set to polishing. It was about an...

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“Pop Standards.” by Sean Smith

Submitted to Contest #94

Amanda turned and walked down the street. Jeff watched her, half mesmerized, half insane with rage. He didn’t know what to do with the emotions that were welling up inside him. It was a little bit of everything, and every fiber of his being was screaming “CHASE HER,” but Jeff had listened. Amanda was going. She didn’t want him around anymore. C’est la vie. Poor Jeff. So why start the story at the end? Jef...

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“Fred was Driving” by Sean Smith

Submitted to Contest #92

Fred was driving. He didn’t have a sense of where he was headed, but he was determined to get somewhere. It had been a few days since he started, and the roads were a comfort at this point. His car was old but it wasn’t in bad shape. He had been listening to the radio. He had played the albums he kept in the car. He got sick of hearing the same songs after a while. It was getting late in the night... early in the mornin...

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“No Surprises” by Sean Smith

Submitted to Contest #90

She would always start out small. Missed phone calls. Anxious antics and unabashed excuses. She knew what she was up to every step of the way, so it wasn't hard. Not for her. Everyone else had to just take it. Deal with it. She wasn't about to let anyone tell her what to do. She had her reasons. She had her ways. The trip had been planned for months, and she was not the type to let go of this kind of thin...

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“Without Direction” by Sean Smith

Submitted to Contest #89

It would’ve been a few years of consistency, complacency and all around mundane living, but his interior had other plans. Something warped on the reclusive side of his mind and there was a strength that came with the change. A strength that could not be matched or surpassed. The lower, lurking recesses of his thoughts grew. Broader, bolder, unabashed in their assault on the tender and comforting side of his psychosis. S...

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Author bio

Baltimore based writer of poetry and prose.