Trevor Grinde

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Opening Day” by Trevor Grinde

“NO NO…I SAID HANG IT STRAIGHT! THAT END NEEDS TO GO UP. NO UP! “Mallion yelled at the crew hanging the banner over his new shoppe. He needed everything to be perfect for the opening of his latest venture and it seemed that the buffoons that he hired to help him get everything ready were bent on his demise. “HEY, YOU” he yelled at a tall slender youth “I’m paying you to be the crier, now cry, so PEOPLE CAN HEAR YOU!!” The youth rolled his eyes and thought of yelling back at his employer, then thought better of it and began his job in ear...

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“Urban Fable” by Trevor Grinde

Jaxson sighed. He hated the night shift. It was often quite boring as very few repair calls came in overnight. Most of the calls that did come in could wait till morning, but some people, important people, can’t sleep unless there is someone working for them. So Jaxson poked around the shop tidying up the workbench and examining what the dayshift was working on. There was an actuator torn apart on the far bench, probably waiting for parts. The engine in the corner sat unchanged as it had for several months. It needed and new aether containme...

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“House of Vawn” by Trevor Grinde

Ding kicked the rock harder this time. “Stupid Stupid Stupid” he muttered to himself through gritted teeth. Not sure where that rock went, he kicked another one. He was quite annoyed with himself. He had forgotten to take his personal power crystal to work today to charge it in the recharge bank. Now he was lucky if he would have an hour worth of power tonight to make supper and have time to read or something. He really wanted to work on his latest project, but he needed power for testing and wouldn’t have it tonight. Continuing to feel sorr...

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“Origin of the Technomancer” by Trevor Grinde

The lightning struck close this time, momentarily blinding Vawn. Blinking away the spots as he wiped the rain from his eyes Vawn continued rushing toward home. Rushing because it was storming, but also rushing because he was late for supper. Again. He would hear about it from his wife, he was sure of that. He would also hear about the lack of an umbrella or hat to keep him dry. Funny thing about rain, you only get so wet and then it just rolls off. The rain had soak completely through his cloths long ago, but it was either through instinct o...

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“The Wedding Banquet” by Trevor Grinde

Submitted to Contest #100

Servants!” The king yelled “The banquet is ready. My son is to be married. I need you to go to those that have been invited and let them know that the feast is nigh. The fattened cattle have been butchered and everything is ready. Please, bid them to come.” Malchion loved the king and loved being a servant for the king. Without the royal family Malchion would have stayed a street urchin, begging for food and money just to live. The day the prince laid eyes on Malchion and welcomed him into the castle was the day everything chang...

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“The Singing City” by Trevor Grinde

Submitted to Contest #98

See the mighty river. Wide. Swift. Majestic. Unrelenting in its quest for the sea. Look further to its twin. Just as wide. Just as swift. Just as majestic. Just as relentless. Notice how the twins meet. Intertwining. Caressing. Melding. Two become one. The marriage of two separate births into a raging serpent of wet and bubbles as wide as the eye can see. Notice how the island climbs out of the place where the two rivers meet. Defying the strength of the current. Forcing the newly combined twins to separate once again. Listen how ...

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“Grandpa's Window” by Trevor Grinde

Submitted to Contest #97

Grandpa died a week ago. He won’t be missed by many, maybe any. Shel was sure he had lost his mind years ago. On any of the sparse visits they made to Grandpa’s apartment he would go on about castles he had visited, elves he had encountered and evil he had vanquished. The doorman to the entrance of his apartment assured us that he seldom left and when he did leave, it was never for long, just for groceries or toiletries and such. Shel was not looking forward to cleaning this place out. A lot of junk that nobody wanted. A glint above the desk...

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“Lote vs. Gote” by Trevor Grinde

Submitted to Contest #95

Lote vs. Gote By Trevor Grinde Greggor was at a crossroads. Not a literal crossroads but a mental one. A decision. A tough decision. A really tough decision. This decision will change the course of the rest of his life. Affect where he lives, who he associates with, even what he has for breakfast. One decision to set his life on course to…. where? He wouldn’t know till he got there and that was quite possibly the scariest thing. Where would he end up? Greggor was normally a confident man who made several snap business decisions every day. ...

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Author bio

I always thought that writers had the coolest job, but I didn't think I could do it myself. I noticed as my kids went through school, they were really good writers. So I thought I should give it a try. We started our family writers club. We picked a genre (fantasy) created a map and some characters that we each use (but not use up) and traded stories. My first story posted here "Lote vs. Gote" was as one of those writers club stories. The story "Origin of the Technomancer" is the first in a steampunk type world I have been working on. It is my intention to continue to post stories based on the Technomancer world. "House of Vawn" is the first in a series of what I loosely call "Tech Tales" "Urban Fable is the next Tech Tale posted. I have three more Tech Tales completed with the outlines of 4 more to write. I think that once these are complete they will be the skeleton for a Tech Tales book. Let me know what you think.