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Travis O

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

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Can't Sleep

Travis O

Submitted to Contest #235

The motel room is dirty. Not from me, it came that way. The toilet constantly runs and the sheets on the mattress have stains. There’s some mud on the floor near the entrance. Even the TV reception is poor, not that anyone is watching. I can’t say I’m surprised, coming from a place like this. Nobody actually stops here to sleep. They come here to escape, to get away. Maybe some even come here to die. Like one final stop on the roulette wheel. Not me though. That’s exactly what I’m hoping to avoid. You can run but you can’t hide. Thin...

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The Traveler

Travis O

Submitted to Contest #234

The silence is haunting. It used to be a friend—a trusted ally—but now it’s different. Where once it comforted me, now it taunts me. Like a bomb slowly ticking away, calm before its eruption. The more I try to push it out, the more invasive it becomes. It’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time. An enemy I can’t kill. I had the same feeling in Berlin, right before I’d detonated my trap. Only, back then I had no idea what was in store for me. You see, I’d managed to lure my target into a small shed out behind their house using the most ru...

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Artificial Paradise

Travis O

Submitted to Contest #191

The flower shop looks out of place. Like it doesn’t belong—never belonged. It’s red-brick exterior and dingy windows have certainly seen better days. It’s once-black door now looks rusted and old, like it hasn’t been opened in years. But the neon lights hanging over the roof say otherwise. OPEN is spelled out in yellow letters that flash intermittently. I reach for the door handle and pause. Where are the other customers? Shouldn’t there be people lined up out the door, chatting with one another and admiring the sights and smells? Maybe I’...

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