Stevie Aldrich

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (11)

11 Stories

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“The Don't Wake Up Option” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #82

The Night Before “I hope you find this as useful as I have. I think it’s the perfect thing to get you past your little phobia.” Scoff! The nerve! Jose couldn’t believe she’d be that presumptuous, gifting him something she knew would tighten his throat and grip his chest. Sure, they’d discussed easing him into various tech gadgets, hoping they might bridge the gap between his mental island and the rest of the technologically advanced world. He didn’t think she’d send him something without warning. To his house. Where he lived. His wooden ho...

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“Doozy Did It” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #82

"Hey, I need some help in here!" Doozy shouted; his lips peeled back to show his metallic teeth, the same kind of snarl he'd seen on the humans. Nobody rushed to his aid; he was completely ignored.            He slumped into a corner, letting his parts bang around and grind against each other as his bottom hit the cement. In the beginning, those broken sounds concerned him, and he whimpered for maintenance, but after repeatedly begging to no avail, he learned the humans had no interest ...

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“Three Strikes” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #45

I’ve never seen the world move so slowly, but I guess that’s how death works. Well, and superhero films, although it’s usually the superhero witnessing the slow-motion as they perform some heroic feat, and I’m no superhero. I’m the guy cowering in the back of the 7-11 while some gun-toting shithead robs the poor clerk behind the counter.           Outside, I can see cars driving past on the street, except they’re not really moving. The birds in the sky look ready to plummet to the ground...

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“Life or Risk or Death” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #34

      “This is the last of them.” Uncle Cal huffed and puffed as he hauled the stack of games up from the basement, spilling them over the dining room table. Randy and Mandy leaped on the pile, ravenous for first pick while Aunt Violet stood to the side. She nervously held her mug of chamomile tea tightly, watching her children scramble through the cardboard boxes.            “Did you grab the UNO?” Grandma asked, slumping into the dining room through the ki...

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“A Modern Classic” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #34

      S: “Hey! Sorry, mom kept me on the phone for over an hour. You know how she is, ha ha. So, did you see it? How was it? Were the costumes as gorgeous as I pictured? Tell me everything!”           C: “Ha ha, I do know, and I applaud you for lasting over an hour with her! I usually tap out around 40 minutes, so I guess if there’s a prize to be won, it’s yours. Actually, I did. It’s kind of a funny story, but I was having a bad day and thought going to the...

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“Dammit, Dorothy, Not Again!” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #34

      This isn’t my first day. If I had been counting, it was close to my 200th day. To be honest, I hate kids and can’t believe I’ve survived this job for that long, but the kids are pretty self-sufficient and it’s easy money, so why not? Chase is eight years old, and Tabitha is almost 11. I was a little surprised when their parents told me their ages during my interview. Do kids that old really need a nanny? Like I said, I’m not a kid person, so who am I to judge? They mostly keep to themselves, I’m just here...

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“Transparency In The Salon” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #33

Valerie scrubbed down every surface at her station, picking up bottles and tubes of products to reach underneath everything and going up the mirror that displayed a mystery splatter. She wiped off and disinfected all her combs and her shears, along with every other tool she used that day, ensuring it was all in tip top shape for the next day. She swept and mopped the floor surrounding her chair first, then, out of the kindness of her heart, she moved through the rest of the room with the broom and mop. She rinsed all the colors bowls and bru...

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“Love In 36 Inches” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #33

“Do you need a minute?” Lara took a deep breath and consulted her inner voice. She needed a minute, but her decision was final. With her eyes closed and her head down, she pictured herself transforming. It was painful but necessary. Evan, her stylist, was shocked to hear the news, but he had always been supportive of Lara, in all things, not just her hair choices. She was about to make an irreversible move, but he didn’t try to talk her out of it. He told her about his own experiences, personally and professionally, which put her at ease a...

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“Space Burns” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #24

“CONKLIN!” Havaderr wailed. His face was the brightest red and steaming with heat. The veins in his neck throbbed noticeably, but he waited as still as he could for Conklin to answer. A buzz came in over the intercom above Havaderr’s head.     “Hey, was that you shouting, Havaderr?” Conklin’s voice crackled with static and attitude. Havaderr shut his eyes and repeated his Zen mantra in his head.     “Havaderr? What’s your problem?”      Havaderr’s eyes opened, and in ...

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“Attack of the Dead Presidents” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #16

 The rain has stopped, but only barely. “Finally!” I shout to the empty room. I can feel my cabin fever drop from my shoulders like a heavy coat. I wouldn’t say I love walking, but I do love the idea, and after being cooped up in this house for a solid week I need to stretch my legs. There’s a wooded area behind my house I find especially enticing on days like this, so before the rain can harass me anymore, I’m getting my tennis shoes on and taking one of those rare walks that I enjoy thinking about so much.   I’m surprised by t...

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“Fatal If Consumed Before Ripe” by Stevie Aldrich

Submitted to Contest #15

Joni sits cross-legged and hunched over on her lawn chair as she nears the end of her novel. Her nerves intensify with every page she flips. It’s her second favorite book, a thriller, naturally, and she lost count of how many times she has read it. The suspense has a way of ripping the air from her lungs every time. It’s almost mandatory she read it in the most serene place she knows of, otherwise, she might suffer nightmares after such a bone-chilling tale.      Her backyard is roughly twice the size of her house, w...

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Author bio

Writing is my lifelong passion. While I love the bizarre twists my brain can conjure, I also love learning how I can improve. Feel free to leave feedback, I enjoy hearing the reader's perspective!