Topher Winters

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“A Reckoning of Souls” by Topher Winters

Submitted to Contest #201

Marcus Sherwood had a routine. He'd wake up, stumble into the bathroom, and catch a reflection of his sleep-deprived face in the mirror. His beard was a stubbly mess, his hair was unruly, and his once-shimmering blue eyes looked like unpolished marbles under the burden of his memories. This was the glamorous world of a has-been solo artist, the world he thought he wanted for himself a painful lifetime ago. How he arrived here, and in this shambled state, however, was not the journey he expected to take. But there was time enough to dwell...

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“Whispered Fate” by Topher Winters

Submitted to Contest #200

In the cold and unforgiving cityscape of London, Gabriel Stone, a private investigator hardened by both the city streets and the unseen dark corners of the paranormal, sat quietly in a seedy pub tucked away in a narrow alley. It was a sanctuary for the downtrodden, forgotten by the world and drenched in shadows. Here, Stone knew, lay a trail that could lead him to an entity as insidious as it was clever. In the treacherous game of cat and mouse that he played with the supernatural, the trail of The Miller was the dodgiest he had ever follo...

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“Empathy's Dance” by Topher Winters

Submitted to Contest #199

All days begin the same, but none of them end in the same fashion. The incessant rhythm of routine gives way to the unpredictable dance of existence, and this was a dance I would never forget. I am a businessman in London, living the life of a perpetual blur. My life is usually as crisp as my suits, and as monochrome as my business proposals. But that day was different. As I boarded the packed 7:35 to Victoria, a swirl of colour caught my eye. An ethereal girl with dark eyes and vibrant hair was seated by the window, her head lowered. I ...

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Author bio

I have been writing my whole life, in one form or another. From poetry and limericks as a child, to songs for my rebellious teenage garage band, on to adulthood with short stories of nearly every genre, children's picture books, bid proposals, technical manuals, and advert or web copy, I have always dipped a curious quill into the inkpot of creativity. My main purpose in writing is to take these compelling thoughts and emotions and place them on the palette of my imagination, then paint a story vividly enough that any reader can see what I see on the canvas of my mind. I never expect recognition, or even accolades, for my words. But, if, somehow, they spark a connection, and, somehow, they pull you into the painting, where you stop reading and start living within the story...well, then, that's something, isn't it?