Ty Warmbrodt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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“The Eyes of Thatsocommon (A tribute to the Three Stooges)” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #242

TW: Sexual Inuendo Three brothers, Dale, Dayle, and Daile just got themselves some swanky jobs as night watchmen at the Bosstown Metropolitan Museum. They were mighty proud of themselves, strutting around in their navy-blue uniforms with their guts sucked in and their chests puffed out, saluting one another like they were soldiers.Their boss, Mr. O’Brothers comes up behind them, “Alright, dummies,” he yells, startling the guys. Dayle and Daile freak out and run into each other. Dayle turns and jumps into Dale’s arms. Daile turns to Mr. O’Bro...

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“The Long Way Home” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #241

Depictions of sex, violence, drug use, and mental health“I was a freshman at St. John’s Academy, a catholic school for girls, just fourteen years old, when I met Bobby at the mall. He was so cute with his big blue eyes, that curly mop of hair, and those dimples when he smiled. He was sixteen, could drive, and said he was a junior at a prestigious private school in the city, St. Louis University High School. He had a way about him that was very different from other boys. He seemed more focused on having fun with me rather than doing stupid th...

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“Scarecrows” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #241

Trigger Warning: Mental health and violence.I knew someone would call them eventually.Who called them?Everyone is suspect.They are making their way through the trees now. Black suits, black shoes, black ties over white shirts, burlap head coverings with painted on smiles, pitchforks in their hands. The Scarecrows. Dark web assassins for hire.Three are now standing in the back yard. Three more stand in the street. They’re taunting me, tormenting me.Waiting. It’s like ants marching up your spinal cord to pick away at your brain. The grinding o...

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“Adventure on Lost Island” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #240

Timmy Jenkins was a bright little boy with a fascination for sailboats. On his walls were posters and pictures of various kinds of sailboats that inspired him to someday sail the open sea. His dad would buy him model sets and they would stay up late at night gluing together small pieces and painting them vivid colors. So, Timmy thought he knew a thing or two about building a sailboat. Timmy had some tools his grandpa gave him. Old hand tools that didn’t require electricity like a hammer, some screwdrivers, a saw, even a drill. He collec...

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“The Immigrant ” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #240

I felt the breeze against my skin. Then I saw a soldier rip a baby from its mother's arms. He swung it by the ankle against the concrete wreckage beside us with a thwack. He threw the baby aside like he was littering, and his dogs tore into it. I was in shock, staring at the grotesque scene of infant flesh being torn from its bones with eyes wide. The sound of bones breaking under the force of the dog’s jaws was just too surreal. The soldier stood over the mother who was hysterically crying. He grabbed her by the hair and walked her over to ...

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“The Road of Self-Improvement” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #239

I slowly trudged along a muddy road, rain dripping down my face. The mud stuck to my feet and made a squishing sound with every step - thwak, thwak, thwak. I had just started my journey and I was already so tired I was ready to give up. I made frequent stops along the road to rest my tired muscles, for not only was the mud an obstacle, I carried a great weight upon my shoulders. When I stopped to rest, all I could do was obsess over the weight on my shoulders and curse the road ahead of me. After a brief rest, I stepped back onto the muddy r...

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“Vanity, and a Deal with the Devil” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #239

TW: sexual and suicidal imagery.Jenny Murphy is gorgeous, just ask her. Her parents spoil her. Her friends admire her. Boys desire to be with her and girls want to be her, encouraging lust and envy wherever she goes. She’s dating the most popular boy in school and her teachers love her. Jenny feels the world is her oyster, spinning around her, set in motion specifically to give her everything she wants.“Ugh, here comes Jenny Murphy. Just keep your heads down. Maybe she’ll pass us by,” Melissa Carter tells her friends at the lunch table outsi...

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“When it rains, who's poor?” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #239

“As you can see here on the Doppler radar, this is going to be a steady rain. It is holding over the bi-state area for a few days, providing us with that much needed cash influx to rejuvenate the local economy. So, get out there and get rich, and don’t forget to save for those not so rainy days. The drought is over! This is Steve Stephenson with your channel 8 weather.”Bill Talbert, his wife Edna, and three children had stopped to eat lunch at their favorite fast-food establishment after Josie’s softball game that morning. That’s when the ra...

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“The Good Samaritan (Western Remix)” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #238

Overbearing sun; excessive heat and blinding light reflecting off the yellow and red baked earth. A plateau in the distance, weary lizards laying on rusty boulders in the foreground, cactuses reaching for the sky. The essence of burnt dirt fills the air that does not move. The snake rattles it’s warning as a black horse, foaming at the mouth, stumbles along the rocky terrain. A stranger in black and a Navajo covering hangs limp in the saddle. He doesn’t remember the last time his face saw a razor, or his belly a meal, but his most desperate ...

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“Dick and Jane” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #238

Dick, on the way home from the fair:“Did you all have a good time at the fair,” mom asks.“Sure did, mom! I met up with Brandon, Robby, and Shane and we went on every ride twice! My favorite was the …,” Eddie, Dick’s sugar and caffeine induce little brother began.“What mom really wants to know is, who is she, Dick” Veronica, Dicks older sister asks, teasingly.“Who’s who, Dick,” Eddie asks, confused as to why he would be cut off for such a reason.“Yeah, Dickie, what’s her name,” mom asks, turning around in the front seat to give her son her fu...

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“A Letter Kept” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #238

TW: SexIn a lowly lit study where the heavy drapes are pulled tight, a fire burns bright in a fireplace that is large enough for five grown men to stand in side-by-side. The drapes, the rugs, and the upholstery are all a dark red, like bricks, but soft to the touch like any fabric would be. Everything else is mahogany except for the parquet flooring and two leather chairs. The furniture is arranged to face the fireplace where a painting of George Edward Carter I hangs proudly above the mantle. There is a sofa in front of the fireplace with t...

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“Setting the Standard” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #237

I cast my line and looked at him. Leathery skin, grey hair tucked under a red ball cap, bushy brows that hide light blue eyes that withstood the test of time. His cheek protruded with tobacco that discolored his dentures. His bulbous nose was his prominent feature. He had rough hands that time and work had sanded into pumice stones. Hands he used to gently jiggle the artificial bait at the end of his line. He wore a red and black plaid flannel shirt under light blue overalls with a pair of boots that he must have repaired thirty times over.G...

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“The Last Kiss Goodbye” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #237

“There are those with a flare for words, having a deep vocabulary that can bring their imaginations to life for others to enjoy. Like a jigsaw puzzle, their written words form pleasing pictures to the mind’s eye, leaving the beholder satisfied upon completion. Each syllable is a note struck, contributing to an orchestra’s composition, rhythmic, beautiful. Like a storm over the desert, letters fall from the writer’s fingertips like drops of water from the sky, pooling together into words, rushing like a river into sentences, flooding the bake...

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“The Engagement of Emily Baldwin” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #237

Clint:Engagements. When do you do them? Where do you do them? How do you do them? On Valentine’s Day, the holiday of joy and love commercialized to sell chocolate, flowers, and jewelry with a ring in a glass of champaign? During a gathering of family and friends where you can make some grand announcement with a long-winded speech? Traditionally at the place where you met, down on your knees looking for the right words to make the moment epic for your beloved. I guess there is no right time, place, or way, but it all seems so cliché.I knew it...

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“We Wii, Monsieur ” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #236

Moments. Some matter and some don’t. Some are good while others are bad. Some fly by us at the speed of light, not allowing us to even notice what happened in that glimpse of time. Others slow down to a halt, giving you a minute to take in the importance, or severity of the occasion because it’s going to change your life.My wife Sarah and I had just finished cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. Our son Johnny was out on a date with his girlfriend Stacey. We didn’t expect him home for another four hours. The wine at dinner had us feeling fri...

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