Ty Thompson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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“Manzanillo Nights, London Days” by Ty Thompson

Submitted to Contest #290

You said you wouldn’t ever say that! You swore it,” the angry words dripped from her lips like the tears on her cheeks. “I knew this was a mistake.” “Lexie, I’m sorry.” “Don’t call me that. Don’t ever fucking call me that.” “What? Now I’m supposed to just act like we never met or something? Like we aren’t what we are?” “We aren’t.” “That’s a lie, and you know it!” An express train clattered quickly by the platform drowning out Alexandra’s next words. For a moment, she was grateful for the noise. Her passion was in control now, and the words ...

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“The Death of Winter” by Ty Thompson

Submitted to Contest #281

"I don't understand how anyone can love Winter?" These words echoed through my mind leaving small scars with every reverberation. My whole world seemed to contract. Everything abruptly went out of focus except for those words.  It's not like I hadn't heard them before. I had. Many times in fact.  The mail carrier trudging through unshoveled walks with holes in her tattered gloves had proclaimed her disdain for me twice before she'd completed one row of homes. Commuters waiting on the Clark Street platform who weren't lucky enough t...

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“Manzanillo Nights” by Ty Thompson

Submitted to Contest #280

“Que cojones está pasando, Mariko?! Que pasa si ellas regresan?” “If they come back then I might be able to tell you what the hell is going on. But they’re not coming back. Unfortunately.” “Los mataste?” “One of them, yes. But it was kind of his own fault.” “For attacking you?” “What? No. For shooting the gas tank of the boat I was hiding in. There was a small explosion as I jumped clear, and then it fell off the lift and onto him.” “Ay Dios mi, that’s terrible. And the other guy?” “He ran off when he saw the boat rampage.” “So you’ll go loo...

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“Escaping Nothing” by Ty Thompson

Submitted to Contest #279

I felt the light before my eyes actually saw it, warm and soft, almost tangible, like a blanket draped across my skin. How long had I been lying there? I tried pushing myself up from the ground, but nothing seemed to want to work properly. It was as though I’d never attempted to move before. Finally, begrudgingly, my body began to obey my brain. I turned over and began to sit up as I blinked and squinted against the blinding yellow that seemed less a comforter and more an attacker now. My ears were coming to life as my hands instinctively mo...

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Author bio

I've been writing my whole life, but I've only recently begun sharing my writing. I'm a child of the 80s/early 90s from rural Texas but have lived in Chicago for almost 20 years now. Thank you for taking the time to read - it's truly appreciated.