Steve Owen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Depression, Cartoons and the Cat” by Steve Owen

Submitted to Contest #99

Depression, Cartoons and the Cat By Stephen Owen TW: suicide I think it's only women who get mental depression. If a man goes mad, he goes out into the big wide world and gets his name in the newspapers. I live on the seventh floor. I'm forty-five and very thin, a shadow of stubble etched on my lower face. My black hair hangs in shiny shards and my eyes look like they're sinking into my head. I wear skinny jeans and a black T-shirt most days. I look like a drug addict rock star. But I'm not crying in my bed thinki...

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“The New VR Street Mugger” by Steve Owen

Submitted to Contest #70

Don't fuck with glassy-eyed drug addicts. It should be like the first Commandment in a Catechism for stupid people who think it's safe to walk around after dark. Were there any witnesses? It happened too fast. The new virtual reality Street Mugger asks the guy for a smoke. The guy says he doesn't. Street Mugger gets twitchy, tells the guy not to fuck about, shows him the blade. The guy says to take it easy and tries to punch Street Mugger. Bad move. A single swipe and the guy goes down, gurgling in the gutter. Now the stolen phone is sti...

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“Your Neck on the Line!” by Steve Owen

Submitted to Contest #66

Your Neck On The Line! by Stephen Owen “I'll ask you again.” Charlie Smart grins, ginger hair and turquoise suit glowing like he just beamed down from another planet. He flashes a phony smile at the audience, winks at camera number four and rests a hand upon the contestant's shoulder. He repeats the final question of the game, almost spits it in Frank's face. “What is the capital of Kenya?” Frank is strapped to a cold wooden bench in this final round. He doesn't know the answer and Smart's shitty breath makes us wouldn't shut up abou...

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“Write What You Know” by Steve Owen

Submitted to Contest #61

Write What You Know by Stephen Owen Mr. Edwards was a whiskey-nosed man who taught English at Gainsborough Comprehensive. He wore a green tweed jacket with leather elbow patches and was pretty crazy at the best of times, but today he was in overdrive. He scribbled his literary tip for the day across the blackboard in four giant powdery words. When he'd written the last one he underlined it several times with a piece of red chalk and turned to face the class. “Write. What. You. Know.” Edwards was emphatic. He spoke as if each word was...

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