Timothy Boyle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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7 Stories

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“A Blind Tilt” by Timothy Boyle

Submitted to Contest #237

Days go marching by as the world spins inevitably on. People go about their lives like sheep to the slaughter, but for many the thunderbolt of love strikes and that march forever changes. The spinning of the world seems to alter for those individuals. For some, the change may sadly be for the worse, but the majority of mankind will bow in reverential agreement that it is for the better.  For a one Mr. Harkins, his world was about to tilt, alter, jump around. However you want to describe it, it would never be the same...

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“An Awakening” by Timothy Boyle

Submitted to Contest #181

Alan awoke to find himself enveloped within the dense green budding trees of the deep and expansive Virginia mountains. Oh, how he loved the smell of the woods in spring! Everything returning to life churned up a wondrous sense of renewal in himself. Only out here in the wilderness did he have a sense of being grounded, aside from his dull existence among the monotony and relentless drive of man. This weekend escape was just that- a blissful opportunity to abscond from the strains of life, and after months of planning and...

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“The Boost of a Blemish” by Timothy Boyle

Submitted to Contest #141

Taberdon is a relatively different town when compared to its neighbors. Many of whom are bustling, suburban metropolises, steamrolling asphalt over any traces of green acreage or historical landmarks.  If by chance, dazed commuters hurriedly speeding from one town to the next, happen to drive through Taberdon, they would have a brief repast to travel back in time.  The colonial roots rise up and the antiquated houses, which now serve as bed and breakfasts and various offices greet these weary travelers (if only for a mom...

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“A Purpose-Driven Ship” by Timothy Boyle

Submitted to Contest #102

The swift, churning current carries the ship restlessly down the river, over the dark waters.  Spinning uncontrollably, rudderless, the ship glides in circles around and around, being sucked down the never-ending river.  Occasionally, she bumps into a rock here, or gets hung up in the shallows there, but nonetheless she continues onward.  Hoping that she will one day twist and turn herself right into a safe harbor where she will be happily moored for the remainder of her life.  This was the endless nig...

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“The Longing Wayside of a Road” by Timothy Boyle

Submitted to Contest #101

The road stretched on for what those from out of town would say was miles.  Folks from town however knew that it was only one mile from Charlie Reade’s home to the barbershop on the outskirts of town.  It was a long, quiet, yet peaceable road.  To Mr. Charlie Reade it was also a friendly road.   As the spring sun crept up above the maples that skirted the road, a rabbit crossed at a tortoise’s pace.  Mr. Reade watched the rabbit and wondered whether it was heading back to its hole, or out ...

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“A Parlor for the Ages” by Timothy Boyle

Submitted to Contest #85

Everyone attended the baptism of Baby Johnson.  That is, everyone residing at 24th and High Street did.  And why wouldn’t they?  Baby Johnson was the new light to all of their busy lives.  Each tenet at 24th and High Street knew the importance of celebrating and supporting the proud parents after the loss of their beloved three-year old.  Through death and new life, they surrounded each other in grief and happiness.   During the service everyone gazed in wonder and smiles...

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“Recollections Are in the Eye of the Beholder” by Timothy Boyle

Submitted to Contest #80

I remember the day although it was so long ago.  Voraciously, I try to remember it, just as I have remembered it all these years, but the ebb of time washes away the sands of reality, leaving my imagination to run wild.  The dull imagination of an adult plays over the vivid recollections of an eight-year-old.             It began as any sunny day of a summer vacation does.  The freedom from schoolwork would allow me to do just about whatever my heart’s ...

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