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Tee Farewell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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Screen Out of Time

Submitted to Contest #243

As it descended through the swirling vortex of time, the time machine trembled and groaned, its steel frame ripping apart one screw at a time. Inside the cramped cockpit, Benjamin and Nora held onto each other. "We're almost there," Benjamin said over the cacophony of sound. Nora nodded, her knuckles white as she gripped the edges of her seat. The maelstrom outside the window seemed to stretch on for eternity, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that danced and twisted with dizzying speed. And then, with a sudden lurch, the chaos ceased, rep...

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The Big Salad.

Submitted to Contest #242

Nathan, a master art thief, skillfully infiltrated the most secure galleries and museums. However, he also yearned for recognition as a struggling artist. One day, he devised a cunning plan: to sneak one of his own paintings into a prestigious gallery. But as he surveyed the gallery's treasures, he faced a dilemma: which piece should he replace? As calm as a patron admiring art on display, Nathan weighed his options. Should he swap the famous Monet or the iconic Rodin sculpture? The irony of his situation amused him – a skilled thief now att...

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Same Time Next Week?

Submitted to Contest #241

I think he is going to kill me. Something about the way he glares at me sometimes, like he's searching for vulnerabilities to exploit. His eyes resemble an abyss, swallowing the light and casting a shadow over his entire being. They hold a depth of darkness managing to penetrate my soul, sending an icy chill coursing through my veins. This coldness, this palpable aura of dread, wraps around me, leaving me paralyzed with fear. His words slither from his lips like venomous serpents, their hiss carrying an underlying threat coiling around my ...

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The Choice

Submitted to Contest #240

A father traced the contours of the weathered bench, immersing himself in its history, a witness to countless memories. With its views of a serene lake beneath the setting sun, the park carried a narrative of a father and daughter's story, filled with laughter, joyous picnics, and lively banter. The grooves in the wood told tales of their bond. With the crisp autumn breeze came the fragrance of fallen leaves as it brushed against his skin. The breeze reminded him of the changing seasons and the passage of time since the unimaginable loss. Th...

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"My name is Ozma”

Submitted to Contest #239

"Hey, guess what?" I texted my buddy as I lounged on my couch, scrolling through my phone. "What?" he quickly responded. "This week's Reedy writing prompts are about fabulism," I said, excitement bubbling up within me. "Okay, so?" he said. "So? So it means I can finally write an Oz story I've been wanting to," I said. "No, you can't. They won't take a story based on copyrighted work," he said. "It's in the public domain, though. As long as I steer clear of specifics from other people's recent stories, I'm good. Trust me, people write Oz stor...

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Intertwined

Submitted to Contest #238

Sarah sat nervously on the edge of her seat, her fingers tracing anxious patterns on the lid of her untouched coffee. Despite her long-standing friendship with Jenna, she couldn't shake the nervous flutter in her stomach as she awaited her best friend's arrival. Weeks had passed since their last meeting, and Sarah couldn't help feeling that something had shifted between them. When Jenna finally entered, Sarah noticed her friend's distressed expression. Though Jenna tried to mask her emotions with a brave face, the glistening tears in her eye...

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We Go Both Ways

Submitted to Contest #237

AlexAlex exuded an air of confidence. He used his sharp wit and sarcastic demeanor as armor against uncertainties. He had long resigned himself to the practicalities of life, dismissing the notion of love altogether. Yet, one day, worn down by his friend’s persistent matchmaking attempts, Alex begrudgingly agreed to a blind date. Alex felt no urgency to arrive on time; he lingered at home, not bothering to leave until the agreed-upon meeting time. He saw little value in trying to impress someone he likely wouldn’t see again. If anything, he...

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This Old Attic

Submitted to Contest #236

As I tackled the never-ending chore of cleaning our home, my gaze wandered towards the door on the ceiling. It leads to the attic. The sight of it caused me to shiver, stirring up memories long buried beneath the weight of time. A single rope dangled off of a lever. It swayed as if trying to call me to it. Pulling the rope would release the stairs, granting access to a space I hoped never to visit. I hesitated, though I should have walked away then. The last time I ventured into an attic was in the old house where I grew up. Now, it exists o...

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