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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021
Submitted to Contest #86
Something about the air wasn’t right. As the gentle breeze drifted across my face and neck, I could feel an awkward shift in it’s direction unlike the typical changes that I’d recognize. The air seemed to hit a wall, and then a spiraling gust twirled clockwise directly in front of me. I stopped in my tracks, halting my previously brisk pace on the tail end of a morning jog through the park, my attention focused on that invisible phenomenon. The still-budding trees scattered throughout the park ...
Submitted to Contest #85
The city never changes, he thought as he rushed down the stairs to the subway. Blazing sirens, only slightly louder than the various noises of the scrambling crowd, screamed off into the distance, and a stench, puffing up as smoke from a manhole behind him, flooded his nostrils. He felt something foul bubbling up his chest, stopping at the back of his throat. The streets seemed more congested than ever, and the sidewalks even more so. He reached the platform just in time to wa...
Submitted to Contest #84
Dear Diary, I am writing to you, against my own interest, because I no longer have anyone else to speak with. Not that you are able to speak with me, but nevertheless – here we are. This exercise is rather ridiculous, if you ask me, and I’d prefer another human being for company, but it’s too late for that. No longer an option; there are no others left. I am alone now. I’ve never been the type to keep a journal, and it seems as though I’m speaking to myself, because a record of my thoughts is unneces...
Just a sentient meatsack jamming its danglies into a keyboard.
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