Trey Blevins

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Dancing Monkey” by Trey Blevins

Submitted to Contest #274

Benson ordered two more beers, upping me to two and him to four. "I wouldn't say so, no," I said. "You're not listening to me, they're round— they're round-ish," he defended. I held up my empty bottle. "It's bottle shaped, so... I'd give you cylindrical. But I wouldn't say round." "Ok, wise guy, but what's a cylinder?" he asked. "Buncha circles stacked up on eachother, ain't that right? An infinite amount." "And so because the circles that make up the cylinders that partially resemble bottles are round..." "Then bottles are round, Mr. Leslie...

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“You'll Never Work A Day In Your Life” by Trey Blevins

Submitted to Contest #273

TW: Gore, implied sexual violenceI've harbored a resentment toward latex, filter cloth, ammonia, all of that clinical, hygienic, chemical-doused and alcohol-soaked, anti-viral, anti-bacterial, sterilized equipment, along with its dull and stinging scents and the negating feel of a lifelessness anti-coating over the arsenal, for as much of my life as I've been aware of it.Despite this handicap, I attempted to go into medicine. Bleach pervaded my pores every time I swiped my keycard on the automatic doors and the custodial Heaven beyond them w...

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“Black Cloche Hat” by Trey Blevins

Submitted to Contest #272

My dog is not a chihuahua or a pomeranian or any other normally petite breed, but he's the smallest dog you've ever seen. And when I say 'seen,' I mean in real life. We've all seen videos of artificially bred goblin pups with eyes the size of their brains and lifespans shorter than their compression snouts, but I mean the dogs you see at the park or a pet shop or, in our case, the train. I take my dog on the train every day. He's a shiba inu and you might immediately think that yeah, shiba inus can be pretty small, and I'd say you're right, ...

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“The No-Name Fella Who Weren't Able To Die” by Trey Blevins

Submitted to Contest #271

The hearth ablaze and the windows frosted, Wayland and his dear wife Florence sat idly in the hours following the first frozen gall. Winter impacted their neck of the woods a month later than it should’ve so they’d long since finished their year of chore and were advanced on the next. With nothing to do without the home and little to do within, the couple planned to rest until sunset, at which time they would attempt to muster up a youngling before next autumn. In their bored evening, Wayland opened the tribunal he’d purchased in Boulder som...

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“Split” by Trey Blevins

Submitted to Contest #270

"If you're not gonna take this seriously, I'm leaving. Tonight." Am I to let the fruit sog in melting Neapolitan? I bought this three blocks away and hurried through evening heat to store it in time that it wouldn't melt fully, and now it's freezer burnt on one end. I try to enjoy it finally, in the comfort of my own home on my own time, and I initially succeed in spite of its hardened crystals and wilting, leaky banana, and I am asked to ignore it at such a point? Ignore it now that anything short of reluctant haste would render it mush, if...

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