Tom Campbell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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7 Stories

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“The Old Clock” by Tom Campbell

Submitted to Contest #225

Antiques are my life. My passion for old things started when I was a child. I collected some of that Burger King and McDonald's crap and when I was a bit older my grandma told me stories about all the nice really old things she had in her house. I read catalogs and noticed things in shop windows and people's houses. It wasn't until many years later when my unemployed drunken husband died driving his car off a bridge that I had the time and freedom to go looking for bargains as well as some nice things for my cluttered little house. Seacaucus...

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“Go” by Tom Campbell

Submitted to Contest #197

It was the nicest day any April could be expected to come up with. Villagers from all around the province poured into the ancient city of Zhangzhou to barter their millet, barley, wheat, pigs and sheep, for clothing, spices, tools, pottery and strong wine. Striding at the forefront of one such group was a brash young man barely twenty years old who looked neither left nor right at the sprouting greenery nor at the fluffy little clouds that gamboled across the bright blue sky like wayward sheep. The whisper went around that this was Yuan Tsen...

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“GO” by Tom Campbell

Submitted to Contest #72

It was the nicest day any April could be expected to come up with. Villagers from all around the province poured into the ancient city of Zhangzhou to barter their millet, barley, wheat, pigs and sheep, for clothing, spices, tools, pottery and strong wine. Striding at their forefront of one such group was a brash young man barely twenty years old who looked neither left nor right at the sprouting greenery nor at the fluffy little clouds that gamboled across the bright blue sky like wayward sheep. The whisper went round that this was Yuan Tse...

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“ Looking Back” by Tom Campbell

Submitted to Contest #42

 They grimly dragged his inert body into the tall cornfield, not bothering to hide it. It was a young man. Too bad he had to die so young but looking at his scruffy clothing and eyes wild in desperation, even in death, they knew he wouldn't be missed anytime soon. By then they would be miles and miles away.It had been an exhausting day. The heat, for one. Tramping westward on narrow roads, occasionally getting a lift from a farmer. Perhaps at another farmhouse they might get a slice of homemade bread and cheese. They had ...

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“Dogon” by Tom Campbell

Submitted to Contest #39

The clear night sky unveiled an infinite number of pin pricked stars. An old man's gaze downward to the sweep of a village and then upwards to the sparkling points of light, many of them long dead stars though the light from them raced on into eternity. He stared at the brightest one as if in kinship and mumbled an incantation from an ancient language. His duty thus completed, he closed his eyes to hurry night vision and to absorb that which only he could interpret before he retired inward. Alpha Centauri is spe...

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“Harvest Moon” by Tom Campbell

Submitted to Contest #33

Rocky Corners is just a little ol' farm town in the dusty prairie. Ain't but about 130 folks there countin' cows and chickens. Tain't a lot to do there 'ceptin' the Friday night square dance or mebbe drive someone's Model T over to Bartlesville on Saturday night to see a Tom Mix movie. The most fun for me was stepping past the rotating red, white and blue pole into Al's Hair Emporium where the men would usually be singing barbershop quartet songs. I learned all the popular numbers from the time I was knee high to a grasshopper 'cause my...

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“The Necklace” by Tom Campbell

Submitted to Contest #27

The old woman always felt better when she wore the necklace; happier, healthier. It was not the sort of necklace conducive to a good night's sleep so every evening it was carefully removed and every morning she asked her cheerful little girl to fetch it to her bedside where it was once more lovingly garlanded around her sickly neck. The woman was always fond of saying she wanted to look pretty if and when she died. It was a simple unassuming necklace but one with great pretensions. Rhinestones set with a triangular pattern with insets o...

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