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Stephen Hansen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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The Resurrection Man

Submitted to Contest #307

Grandison Harris was a Gullah Geechee slave from the area of Charleston, South Carolina. In 1852, he was purchased at auction by the then-seven-member faculty of the Medical College of Georgia in Augusta. At the age of 36, he was separated from his wife and child and brought to the medical college to serve in his official capacity as a janitor and porter. In truth, his presence served a much darker purpose. Grandison Harris was taught (illegally) to read and write by the medical doctors so that he could read the obituaries in the local paper...

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To Catch a Super

Submitted to Contest #263

Flyguy landed squarely on the sidewalk in front of Dave’s Midtown Bar & Grill. He smiled and held the door for an exiting patron then entered. Yacht rock filled the room signaling that ladies night was well underway. Flyguy waved off the dining hostess and made his way to the bar where Jamie, an ex-marine with extraordinary biceps and a dimpled chin was serving up drinks. There were no empty bar seats.           Flyguy turned sideways and squeezed his otherworldly physique between tw...

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Work First, Show Tunes Afterwards, Capisce?

Submitted to Contest #253

It's easy hours in the city that never sleeps, and the after midnight crowd lingers along the shadows of its broken down bars and alley's. A couple of well greased drunks spill from the corner saloon where they shadow box a lone car as it passes. It's trash night, and the rats are feasting on the refuse of the masses. That’s my New York! On a good night, you can mask its acrimony with a stiff drink and night out with your girl. But, tonight, as it turns out, is not one of those nights. My name is Jake, Jake Tolliver, and an hour ago, I was s...

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October's Light

Submitted to Contest #206

Jenna Wakefield was eight, when her mother disappeared from her life. And though the memory of it had faded over time, the emotions connected to mothers passing remained locked deep and impenetrable in a place of darkness, where the lava of it consumed her better nature. It was a place she had less occasion to visit now that she was older. Still, Jenna knew the path, and the door there was never locked.      It had been her father, of course, who had broken the news. Jenna took it hard, sitting in her mother’s f...

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