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Steffen Lettau

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2022

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Jacob “Grimscar” Gregson Special: Reckoning with Roberto

Submitted to Contest #187

One half-eaten robin. One head and tail of a squirrel. One fish, clearly stolen. One child's toy, played with and then stolen. One adult toy- He quickly dropped that one back in with the rest of the collection; somewhere out there, a lonely lady was not happy.All this, plus more, barely fitting inside of a shoe box. The field agent could contend with a lot; superpowered villains, highly-trained assassins, insane elements from the weather to the Earth, and food poisoning (sometimes with literal poison). Roberto, however, was none of these; he...

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Scaling Back

Submitted to Contest #185

Ooh, I have such a massive problem! And no, it has nothing to do with me being a dragon, although that tends to add to the issue if I forget my potion. No, I have a problem dating two hundred years, five months, two weeks, and thirteen days. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. The notion of dragons being greedy and taking all manner of wealth from around a nation is a stereotype, I tell you! We're not all greedy! I mean, there's been some dragons that do this, mostly for trophies or tithes, but I am not one of them! Okay, okay, let me ca...

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On-Hand Off-Grid, Part 2

Submitted to Contest #185

The cabin. It looked almost as fresh as the day it was commissioned five years ago. It was sealed off from all kinds of parasites, from bugs and vermin to stray animals and homeless people looking for an easy place to squat, with Jerome being the only one who can get in. Upon arrival to this beautiful set-piece in nature's theatrical environment, he stepped out of his Jeep and took the craftsmanship in. Simple, sturdy, and the perfect home away from home. With a great happiness welling in his throat, he turned toward the direction of the cit...

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On-Hand Off-Grid, Part One

Submitted to Contest #184

Jerome had enough. After five long decades of working the industries, watching technology take over almost every aspect of a laborer's life, he felt that now was the time to retire and live out the remainder of his days in analogical solitude. Now, Jerome wasn't against technology. Far from it; he would get any electronic device to utilize in his life, whether it was contacting old friends or fixing up his vehicle. Cell phones, computers, laptops, pads and pods, electronic music players, and battery-powered tools were brought into his hom...

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Screams from Above

Submitted to Contest #182

A whistling was heard, like a distant scream. It meant one thing for the stirring Bernard Felwood; the house alarm had been tripped. Carefully, he rolled out of his side of the bed, with his Elaine undisturbed. He grabbed his revolver near the foot of the bed, within reach, and he slowly opened his bedroom door. He dared not grab for any lights attached to house or battery, as such would alert the intruder; he was accustomed to see in the dark, as his years in infantry helped him adapt to the night and to poorly-lit shelters. He hoped that...

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Tragic Trevor's Special Day

Submitted to Contest #180

New Year. New day. Same city. Same me. Same...everything. I believe the cliché line is, “It wasn't always like this.” Which is true, boring as it sounds when you compare what I go through since my ascendance into adulthood. Now, I don't mean to knock anyone out there who actually grew up in a bad lifestyle, nor anyone who actually lost everything. I just want to address- Ouch! Damned ladder! Anyways, as I walk under the maintenance crew yet again, no doubt finally fixing that air conditioner I had been notifying my landlady about fo...

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A Day of Lark

Submitted to Contest #178

"Twas the night before Christmas, And you know the rest, Hence why I am here standing In this frilly-silly vest!" At first glance, one would assume that Charlie Lark was drunk, but he hadn't even sipped once from the wine glass; the full cup teetered and tottered wherever his hand swayed, but not one drop spilled out. The red liquid danced with its partner, the lanky bookkeeper who was reluctantly chosen to give a speech to the rest of the employees. His khaki slacks flapped as well, being a size bigger than his waist and legs with...

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Plaga Iuventae

Submitted to Contest #174

Author's note: this is a fictional take on a virus based on a real genetic condition called Progeria. The author acknowledges those who suffer from the condition, in any and all of its levels of severity, and wants to express that this story is not an accurate depiction, nor demeaning, of those diagnosed with the condition. The author also acknowledges that this story does not accurately depict, nor demean, any Vietnam War veteran living or not. If Claire Patterson was alive today, he would be pardoned. Why would I say this? Because ...

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Double Walker

Submitted to Contest #169

I had only one regret, and this might be the only chance I will have to tell it. I was going to visit my grandparents in Germany, mainly at the behest of my parents. Mind you, I love my grandparents, but I haven't seen them in years; I only hoped that they would recognize me. The last time I was in Germany, I was barely past the age of twelve years and, as a kid, I was privy to share much of my experiences with them. They, in turn, would share their experiences with me. My grandfather told me about how his grandparents fought in resistan...

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The Dark Files of Lazarus: Case Number 13

Submitted to Contest #159

Lazarus, the city built upon the ashes of Los Angeles, has irony in mounds as high as the carbon-steel coins piling up in the newly formed vaults. Theo Baxton was the thirteenth child born into this city after its establishment. Blessed at birth, cursed at life - again, the irony piles on. Superstitions aside, young Theo had the average childhood of those in the city; a busy father, a mother who stayed at home making a side business for her personal hobbies, schools located on the outskirts as a means to accommodate all from different wa...

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