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Timothy Gabriel

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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Meeting Mr. B; the price for fame and fortune

Timothy Gabriel

Submitted to Contest #310

“Good evening, Miss Poppin, I’m Special Agent Sarah Barton with the FBI. Thank you for agreeing to meet me,” “No need to be so formal, Agent Barton, call me M. I’m more than happy to cooperate with law enforcement. I’m just not sure what it is I can do for you.” The interviewee was super star M Poppin, a rapidly rising singing sensation who, merely two years ago, was just a local dive bar singer that had gotten her lucky break and was now rocketing up the charts and selling out arenas all over the country. She had agreed to meet the ...

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Ghostly Beginnings

Timothy Gabriel

Submitted to Contest #263

The mere whisper of his name resonates with terror amongst the criminal underground. His nefarious reputation has earned him trepidatious respect combined with the feeling of absolute horror should you learn he’s coming for you. Ruthless, cunning, and rumored to have the coldest heart known to man. He is the Devil’s Ghost. He is Colonel Gregor Alexi Nikolanovic, former Spetznaz operative, dreaded mercenary and feared assassin.    Some say he was born from a volcano in the northwestern edge of the Pacific “Ring of Fire” in...

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Of all the days . . .

Timothy Gabriel

Submitted to Contest #249

“Are you kidding me?!” George asked himself. Was the sidewalk really closed for repairs? He had just walked home on it last night and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that had led him to believe it would be closed off this morning. That was all he needed right now. He shook his head and wanted to cry.    Today was supposed to be a big day for him. After countless applications to the job of his dreams with the most prestigious company in the city, he’d finally gotten the call. The interview would be Friday morning at 9 AM...

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Behind the Dusty Bookshelf

Timothy Gabriel

Submitted to Contest #223

Jonathon couldn’t believe his eyes. There was no way of telling from the outside of the building that this room was even here. He had discovered a small entrance discreetly hidden behind a shelf of old, rarely looked at, even more rarely used reference books gathering dust in the northeast corner of the library. Traversing a small tunnel, it eventually opened up into this large room, bristling with items that defied description. The only reason he had even been looking there was a term paper he had to write on artists forced into hiding from...

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Rapid response to unforeseen consequences

Timothy Gabriel

Submitted to Contest #210

  “We’re not alone,” the well-armed soldier whispered softly in the ear of his companion. The feeling had been there but confirmed now with heavy footsteps echoing throughout the passageway.    “Stay back,” he commanded, pointing to the small alcove where the pair had taken refuge in their trek to the emergency escape elevators.    The Andromeda commando slowly peered around the edge of the small outcropping to see if he could catch a glimpse of their pursuer. He kept his assault rifle poised to be dra...

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Lunar Siege

Timothy Gabriel

Submitted to Contest #80

   “Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the interruption but there is breaking news tonight coming from all over the world.”    That was how it started. Those words ushered in a new era in world history, in mankind. It was the evening of July 4th, 2027. Most people were out and about enjoying fireworks shows, at least on the east coast. Life had finally started getting back to normal after the effects of the 2020 pandemic had rippled on, dissuading public gatherings up until the last couple of years. Economie...

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History of the Hunters

Timothy Gabriel

Submitted to Contest #41

“They have been called Hunters. They have been called Predators. Their actual name is unpronounceable by the human tongue. Their native language is unintelligible to human ears, yet they can speak in our native tongue after limited exposure. Their kind has been around since ancient times. An advanced species, yet simple in nature. Their entire culture revolves around . . . the hunt. I have been on this planet for thirty-seven cycles now. Some would call that a miracle since this is the Hunter’s Playground. That’s how my parents describe...

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