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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019
I couldn't see the future for years, but I learned the carnival tricks needed to do a cold reading. It came easy for me. But now, I am freaked out. Before I went to bed one summer night, I was an average human with no insights into the future. None. I didn't believe that anyone could see life's destined path before us. But now⦠Well, I'll let you be the judge. I ran my "business" like any...
Submitted to Contest #61
I walk the same way every morning. It's so ingrained in my body that I don't even have to pay attention to where I am going anymore. I pop in my headphones, and off I go! I space out and drift into my own little world as I make my way to work.Β Today went quite a bit differently. As I plodded along in my zombie state, a flowery scent touched my nose ever so slightly. Its vague subtlety awakened my senses ...
Submitted to Contest #55
βCan you keep a secret?β the man said. βWhat?β I answered, taking out my headphones. I spaced out a while ago, and I never saw this dude coming. βCan you keep a secret?β he asked again. βYes,β I said. I decided to just play along with him. He seemed all right. He dressed well and looked unassuming. He looked utterly harmless, and my bored mind needed some excitement on this...
Submitted to Contest #54
He slammed his fists on the keyboard. Why he thought he would learn this was beyond him. Frustration welled up in his chest. Bookkeeping baffled him, but he wanted to learn it. John recently lost his job due to downsizing. He worked in the same place for almost twenty years now, but his company felt money needed their loyalty more than the older workers needed it. Years ago, money became t...
Submitted to Contest #53
This summer set record highs, just like every year before it for the past decade. The weather forecasters drip with excitement reporting on the temperatures. The weather causes a creepy look on their face while they talk incessantly about its humidity, index, and whatever other terms they say on the television. Their delighted faces begin to look like a dollβs each time the temp rises, and the perpetual heat is their pup...
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