Timothy Motley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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“Desperate Remedies ” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #248

Life was supposed to be good. She had accomplished her dream. She had traveled to exotic locations, driven fancy cars, stayed at luxurious hotels, partied at the most exclusive clubs. On top of that she was paid handsomely to wear the best clothes and use the best products. All of which had been captured and posted for her millions of followers. Her Nurv@na page was filled to the brim with smiling happy photos of herself. She wielded an ungodly amount of influence over young impressionable girls. She stole the gaze of every man. Yet, Rebecca...

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“When the Games Stop” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #246

Matt Lorain steamed. How could such insignificant creatures dare to question him? He was a genius, a billionaire, an innovator. These lowly creatures owed everything to him and now they had the gull to question him. Matt sat at the head of a large ovular desk surrounded by the board members of Nurv@na in a room encased by glass. The board members all wore suits, he wore his signature hooded sweatshirt and cargo pants. They were all clear eyed and bushy tailed. Matt’s eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of alcohol. Donald Parker cleared his thr...

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“Eclipse of Failure ” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #245

The smell of burnt rubber burned through Agent Washington’s nostrils. Thousands of shards of broken glass clattered and crackled as she pushed herself up on the asphalt. Her back sent a shockwave of pain so severe that it briefly robbed her of oxygen. She groaned and murmured until she was able to sit herself with her back pressed against the remnants of the black van. Her brain told her it was daytime, but everything around her was shrouded in darkness. For a moment she struggled to understand what was happening. Suddenly there was light ag...

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“A Pic to Die For” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #244

Trixie carefully shimmied along the rickety rafters that hung over the abandoned club. She imagined there was a point in time when these rafters housed lights that flashed across the drunken dancers below. Tonight they would be holding Trixie as she accomplished a lifelong goal. It was a goal that was born at a third grade book fair. Almost by chance she had selected a photography book. Never knowing that the images inside would capture her heart. She cherished that book and the haunting photos that were plastered across its pages. Soon one ...

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“Goaldeen Nurvana” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #243

“You’re doing the right thing Jon.” “I don’t know. It seems a little bit extreme.” “Your dad needs help.” Jon sighed as he exited his bright blue sedan. His eyes turned towards his childhood home. Many of his best memories revolved around the quaint one story yellow house. Typically he was glad to return to it. Today was different. Today was going to be painful. He could already feel it in his gut. Jon’s eyes turned back to his phone. His wife’s face took up most of the screen. Her eyes tried to convey comfort, but he could see a tad of anno...

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“See me” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #242

“I just wanted you to see me,” said Zach into his phone's camera. Tonight had not gone as planned. In truth, nothing in Zach’s life had ever gone as planned. His life was a never ending loop of attempts and failures. A vicious, cruel cycle that tore off piece after piece until it vomited out an egoless sack of nothingness. At the very least that cycle was going to end tonight. It wasn’t the ending that Zach had ever hoped for, but it was the one he was going to get. That was for sure, that was the only thing that was for sure now. All he cou...

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“#Shrimpy” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #241

Kulu Onya’s thumb hovered over the send icon on his phone. Waves of anxiety sent shocking currents of nervousness throughout his sinewy fingers. They begged to jitter, to clench themselves into fist, but he wouldn’t allow them to. His brain wanted him to tap that pesky icon underneath his thumb. But his heart cried out a warning that it may not be able to bear the weight of the repercussions. In the end his brain won out. He hit send and the one word message was suddenly unleashed. Just one word. ‘Why’ Kulu threw his phone down next to him o...

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“Flyboy” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #240

Gust of wind battered the small community of Shadows Brook. Well, really the word community was a bit of a stretch when used to describe Shadows Brook. In reality it was nothing more than a series of six A framed, two story wooden cabins that sat tucked away on the side of a volcano. As a boy Crowley was terrified every time that his mother dragged him to the cabin. Crowley had grown up in the nineties. An era dominated by movies that highlighted the dangerous nature of volcanoes. Why his grandmother had decided to buy a house along the side...

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“The Kulu Onya Challenge ” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #239

“You love me, right?” “Of course I do.” “And you would do anything for me?” “Anything.” “Then don’t be scared,” said Rebecca. She flashed a warm smile towards Davey. Instantly Davey felt himself turn gooey on the inside. His reservations suddenly evaporating. He lifted the thirty inch bolt cutter up and wrapped the tools mouth around the thick, metallic chain. With a grunt he used all the...

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“Oh My...” by Timothy Motley

Submitted to Contest #238

“Oh my…” Jalen was annoyed by the words. How dare she interrupt his silence. This was his time. His daily trek around the sharp, steep curves of the mesa was the only time Jalen could find peace. High school was a never ending torment session of boredom. His home life was a tumultuous dance around the many eggshells his neurotic family loved scattering about the floor. This walk was his time. His only time. How ...

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Author bio

Hi. Just a guy trying to write. I'm also using the Reedsy weekly prompts to create an interconnected universe where artists can bind ancient deities to their artwork because the iPod was never invented.