Timothy Rennels

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Chips Ahoy” by Timothy Rennels

CHIPS AHOY “Is not!” hissed six-year-old Hannah to her eight-year-old brother. “There is too! I read it on the internet. We’re camping right on the Ice Age Trail and look here.” Ethan held his tablet up for his sister to see. “Ice Age Trail Bigfoot Sightings” read the title of the YouTube video. Uncertainty clouded Hannah’s face. “There’s even one video that shows how Big...

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“SHOO FLY” by Timothy Rennels

Shoo Fly Logan Forsyth needed a break. His wife had told him, his Doctor had told him, and even his psychiatrist had told him. The stress of the job was catching up to him, and as CEO of Forsyth Industries he could not afford to show any signs of weakness to the vultures circling his corporate headquarters. The vultures were the consortium of competitors who had rallied their fo...

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“Mr. Woodrow's Senior Prank” by Timothy Rennels

MR. WOODROW’S SENIOR PRANK Harper Woodrow gazed at the vista provided for the graduates of Pacifica High School. A platform festooned with blue and white bunting was centered between the goalpost, and rows of white chairs filling nearly half of the football field were filled with black robed seniors. Seagulls rode the thermals over the beach in the distance, and on a quiet night you could hear the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean beyond...

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“Quiet In Their Minds” by Timothy Rennels

QUIET IN THEIR MINDS The flickering shadowed light from the kerosene lantern danced across the page that lay on the lone table in the room. The quill pen paused above the parchment, then spotting its prey below, swooped down to the page. The frenzied scratches of the sharpened nib poured out words, demanding release. The script was wild and barely decipherab...

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“Skinner's Ball” by Timothy Rennels

SKINNER’S BALL The campfire hissed and crackled in indignation as a brown gob of tobacco and saliva landed in it. The spitter who had just moseyed up to the fire’s warmth was a hulking man, bare chested, clad in overalls with one strap down. He had a face full of red fur, yet his head was as smooth as a sparrow’s egg. Most whispered that he had to shave h...

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“Lost” by Timothy Rennels

Lost Slogging through the weeks with leaden feet, day by day the cement of despair slowly drips into my body. As the realization sinks in it hardens to seize the breath from my lungs, the color from the sky, and the musical sounds of happiness ringing through the halls of our home. My wife, and life, have slowly slipped into the haze of my hopelessness. I am a cement robot, a functioning avatar that satisfies expectations for now. For seven years...

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“The Fire in Your Eyes” by Timothy Rennels

The Fire in Your Eyes It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The snow fell past the one window of the room, whose only light was the blinking of red and green that counted down your time. You lay, a moments rest, respite from your vigil. You fear the end so you feel your watchfulness will delay it, might thwart the eternal embrace of death. I ...

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“Vengeance Served Cold” by Timothy Rennels

VENGEANCE SERVED COLD " Am I not Bar-Tigar, lord of all lands I roam?" He looked down at the pulsing red jets that spurted from the throat of the boar. " I honor you by taking your flesh and freeing your spirit, continuing the circle." He lapped at his still twitching prey, curved hooks pointing towards his throat, called papillae, coated his tongue, ripping off layers of hide and flesh with each p...

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“The Siege of Montreuil” by Timothy Rennels

THE SIEGE OF MONTREUIL “Hey! You! I see you down there! Wake up! Are you going to lay in the mud all day? Come and fight, you invading biscuit headed Englander!” “I am awake, you truffle snuffler! How can a man sleep when you caw like a raven from your perch on that wall? You woke me from a dream of your mum. She was stompin...

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“Finders Keepers” by Timothy Rennels

FINDERS KEEPERS by Timothy B. Rennels"It's mine and you can't have it!"The boy pulled the stick he had found on the sidewalk from his sister's hands."What would I want with your old stick anyways? Get a move on now, Mr. Perkle's not waitin' on us again."Clack-clack-clack-ack-ack-ack… Parker Lee Thompson ran the stick he held against the iron pickets of the fence outside ReXall Drugs. The fence didn't flinch...

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Author bio

"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?" Mr. Readick's voice introducing the radio program, "The Shadow", led to my internal answer whispered in awe. " The Shadow knows!" It got me every time. But to my young mind it wasn't enough that the Shadow knew, I wanted to know! My short stories and unpublished novel all reflect that quest, no, that obsession to know...what the Shadow knows.