Ty Warmbrodt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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“Letting Go” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #277

Allen Moore takes a seat on the couch. He’s wearing the #1 dad t-shirt his kids gave to him six years ago. It has shrunk and he has grown around the middle. He wears it with the worn-out pair of black & blue plaid pajama bottoms his wife always threatened to throw away. She never did because she knew they were his favorite. An off-white terrycloth robe and moccasin slippers top off the ensemble that compliments his unkempt hair and a week’s worth of stubble. He pours bourbon into a tumbler piled to the top with ice. He stares at the bron...

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“Redemption for the Wicked” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #277

John Hamilton didn’t lead an exemplary life. He was a shyster of a salesman who was always on the lookout for the latest gimmick; used cars, insurance, investments, you name it. He mainly targeted the elderly, defrauding them of their savings. He spent the money on booze, gambling, and ladies of the night. He never cared much for his family or having a family of his own. He never made any real friends. He had some acquaintances and even more burned bridges. People were a way of getting what he wanted in life. To him, people came and went, an...

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“Oh Crap! I Love My Wife” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #275

Number twenty-six rushes for thirteen yards and it’s a touchdown for the Lions. Joe Simms delivers a series of high-fives and chest bumps to his drinking buddies at The Lion’s Den Sports Bar and Grill. The pretty young waitress with the tight top and even tighter bottoms delivers the round of drinks Joe bought his table. She does so with a wink of the eye, a playful grin, and a pop of the hip. Joe smiles back and gives her a cocky smile, relishing the flirtatious vibe between them. The field goal is good. The crowd erupts again as the Lion’s...

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“What the Hell: A Witch's Journey into the Future” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #275

Trigger Warning: Mentions getting high.As a beautiful woman of Boston’s high society during the 1690s, Selma Lockheart went unnoticed as a witch. She knew, however, that her time would come as witches everywhere were being hunted down and executed.“Let us see what the future holds without the witch. What will it be like without anyone to commune with nature and restore its balance? What will the world be like, Twilight,” Selma asks the sleek black cat rubbing its whiskers against her legs. “Earth, wind, water, and fire, give me the sight tha...

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“The Ghost of Old Jeb Brown” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #274

Childhood memories of walking home from school on Halloween Day; cool breezes under overcast skies, the scratching of dried leaves on the pavement as the wind pushed them by. They crunched under my feet and made a swoosh, swoosh sound as I walked through them. When I got home, I raked them up into mounds and cannonballed into them with a splash like crunchy water. My old labrador retriever with his grey face would find the energy to join in the fun, pouncing on top of me with a vivaciously wagging tail.The neighborhood was always decorated f...

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“The Diary of Nikki Sullivan” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #273

Friday, October 18, 2024Today, a number of us were furloughed from the plant. Thirty minutes before quitting time they called twenty-five of us into a conference room where most of us had to stand while they delivered the news. Most of us saw it coming. So many of our jobs were becoming automated, but we were hoping it was to help meet an increase in demand. We were working twelve hours a day, six days a week just a week ago, but with these machines running twenty-four-seven, they caught up with ease and made many of us expendable. I ha...

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“The Chase” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #273

A bright light shines from overhead, nearly blinding me. I squint to see a man climbing the steps that lead from the marina to Front Street. He looks shady; black jeans over black boots, black hooded sweatshirt, hood pulled up over a ball cap. His pace is quick, not so fast that anyone with an untrained eye wouldn’t find suspicious, but I’m a cop, and these things stand out. I follow him at a distance down Front Street. He enters Belfast’s, an unsavory dive bar where things get so rough they only serve beer, and it’s served in cans. He takes...

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“The Workshop” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #272

Beneath the Northern Mountains, on a plain covered in snow a foot deep, by a frozen solid lake, rests a cabin whose fire keeps the windows glowing. Its stone chimney pumps smoke into the overcast sky that sends a light snowfall to the ground. The night isn’t dark because the white surface of the ground reflects what little light there is back into the sky, making it easy to see. Inside, a tree trimmed in red and gold sits in the corner of the living room. From the mantle stockings hang, one labeled Josie, the other Maggie. By the fireplace i...

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“The First Night ” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #272

Witnessing the type of sadism I had witnessed causes a man to panic and lose composure, his only instinct to flee. It was from the frying pan and into the fire as my muggers were attacked by blood hungry beings that tore them limb-from-limb, drinking their blood as it spilled from their severed limbs. I seized my opportunity to escape and ran into the forest. In my haste, I ran into pine branches, blinded by the darkness beneath the canopy over the forest where the moonlight didn’t shine. My path was uneven and my footing unsure, but time th...

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“Administering the Mark” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #272

TW: GORE & SEXUAL VIOLENCE Hellkite: I start with a cut in the shape of an upside-down T just above his ankle. “Admit that you teach lies. Admit that there is no God, let us administer the chip, and you will be spared,” I tell the old priest. “I will not deny my father in heaven.” They are always brave before the pain. With a thin, flexible knife, as sharp as a razer, I peel one of the corners inside the T up and grab it with my pliers. “One more chance father.” He looks me straight in the eyes. He’s preparing himself physically and ment...

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“A Vampire's Tale” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #272

When the world was young and mankind was new to it, the sons of God came and went as they pleased. They pleasured themselves with the daughters of men, bringing forth men of great power, stature, and size. These men who were half angel and half man had an unquenchable thirst for blood. They were called Nephilim, better known today as Vampire. Today, there is much fictitious lore we must dispel concerning my kind before proceeding with my tale. We do drink the blood of humans, rejuvenating our bodies, giving us exceptionally long lives, but ...

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“findtheone.com” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #271

Jessica B.25Sous ChefWhen I’m not working crazy hours, I enjoy quiet evenings at home with my three cats, jynx, nico, and spooky, reading a good book or streaming a good show.“Hmm. Swipe left.”Melissa K.22BaristaEvery nights a party night! I go until the sun comes up. If you can’t keep up, keep on scrolling.“Okay, then, to the left you go.”Robin E.23Retail AssociateMust love kids. I have three of them. I don’t need a man, but I would like to have someone special in my life who’s a real man.“No thanks. Left.”Sarah C.24ServerCurrently going to...

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“Time Changes Everything” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #271

It’s Sunday afternoon and The Sunny Morning Street Café is bustling. Church patrons after their services and regulars alike have gathered for lunch. The rumble of voices combined with upbeat jazz and clanking dishes fills the dining room. Tim and Avery Wilcox have taken a booth by themselves in the back corner where they order their drinks. They’re sharing their opinions on the morning’s service when someone approaches their table.“Tim? Tim Wilcox, is that you?”“I’m sorry, have we met?"“It is you! I nearly didn’t recognize you all clean cut ...

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“Stuck Together” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #271

“Hey, Suzie, got a package for you.”“Thanks, Jaylen. How’s your day going?”“It’s a busy one. I picked up an extra route. We had a guy not show up today. I got to make that money. Besides, there’s a lead position open that I’m hoping to get.”“If anyone deserves it, Jaylen, it’s you. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.”“Thanks, Suzie. I’ve got to run, or I’ll be out all night. The weather isn’t helping any.”“No kidding, it’s nasty out. You be careful out there.”Jaylen gives Suzie a smile and a two-finger salute as he turns for the elevator.“...

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“Careful What You Wish For” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #270

Deep within Cravenwood Forest, in a mushroom shaped hut with a thatched roof and stone chimney, a woman long in her days stirs 1oz. of chopped spindle weed, 2Tbsp. of crushed bat’s bane, 1 qt. of midnight berry juice, 1 tsp. of ground Harold Tree bark, and 4 satin spider’s webs into a boiling cauldron filled with black water from the devil’s spring. Pinching her nose, Zelda brings a ladle full of the foul-smelling concoction to her mouth. She blows on it to cool it. She tips it back slowly at first, then decides it’s best to get it over with...

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