Ty Warmbrodt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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“A Catalyst for Change” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #214

“Oh, where is mom,” Sarah asked behind clenched teeth.“I don’t know, baby. Maybe she’s stuck in traffic.”“Shut up! I wasn’t talking to you.”Sarah crawled out of bed and started shuffling across the hospital room floor, belly in hand. She was doing her breathing just like the leman's teacher showed us, hee hee hoo, hee hee hoo! “Is there something I can do to help.”“Shh! I do not want to hear your voice,” she growled.I watch...

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“Kitten in a Cage” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #213

Kennedy pulls the U-Haul up in front of her new home, a freshly painted forest green and brick bungalow in a quiet, shady neighborhood. After an ugly divorce, Kennedy decided a fresh start was in order to regain some clarity and find her true self once again. The house is charming with a large front porch where she can see herself taking in the cool night's air as she reflects on her writing. The house sits walking distance from the touristy sea front town with its shops and cafés that she absolutely fell in love with while her and her no...

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“Artificial Love 101” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #213

Piper leans in the balcony doorway, wrapped tightly in a goose down comforter, watching the rain drizzle across the Atlantic, each drop causing ripples upon the waves that lightly splash the shore with a loud shh like a librarian telling the world to keep it down for the hour is still early. The breeze is gentle and carries a damp coolness off the water with it. By afternoon the showers will have passed, and she will be taking her son Mattingly down to the beach to collect shells.Mattingly – her late husband Joel, ever t...

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“The Rendezvous ” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #212

The rain orchestrates its own symphony as it drops on Wesley’s umbrella and the variety of objects one might find lining a city sidewalk on their way home. A healthy middle-aged man, with chiseled features and light grey eyes that look black because they set deep in his brow; broad and tall with a lengthy stride, shortens his steps and takes his time to enjoy the weather that few appreciate. Just the night prior, he had spent the evening on the porch watching the lightning flash and tear the sky asunder, something he has always found beau...

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“Dear Santa” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #212

Dear Santa, It’s that time of year, filled with holiday cheer. It’s white and cold, everything is trimmed with gold. Jingle bells ring and carolers sing. The world is lit up, sparkles, and shines. Passerby’s share holiday greetings with open minds. Families gather for traditions that matter. Today I woke to winter’s chill, which decided to take up residency on my hardwood floors. I threw on my slippers, adjusted the heat, and I cooked myself a big breakfast. Normally I don’t do that, usually just some t...

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“In the End” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #211

Eyes bloodshot red, pupils dilated, sunken into deep, dark purplish sockets. Teeth clenched, saliva dripping. He breathes heavily. Hair messed and standing on end. Cheeks flushed red with heat. Oxford shirt stained with blood and vomit. Hands dirty and bloody. Shoulders hunched. He lurches forward, emitting a gargling growl from deep within his throat. Pipe clenched in hand, he breaks into a sprint, unleashing a deep throated rumbling of a roar. Kyra points the shotgun, holding, waiting for him to get closer. The man is covering ground l...

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“Princess Fairness” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #211

By the warmth of the crackling fire in the old stone fireplace, with the lights down low except for the reading lamp over Old Gram’s shoulder, and the Christmas lights behind us, my cousins and I sipped on hot cocoa with marshmallows and candy canes. The wind howled just outside the window and snow powdered the hills and trees that we would conquer the next day. But that night, we were warm and safe with our sleeping bags ready.Old Gram sat in her big easy chair with a blanket draped over her lap and that old black cat. ...

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“Taken” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #210

I woke to a face so beautiful that no landscape could compare. The perfect pallet of browns. Her chestnut hair, each strand a woven piece of silk that cascades like a waterfall in the night over her shoulders, soft and silent. Her eyes, a deep brown, shaped like almonds, mysterious but comforting, dark but radiated a light and joy that was captivating. Her skin was a light tan, smooth as satin, as cool as the spring air. Her nose had a slight slope, and her ears stuck out just a little, giving her a playful elvish look that rejuvenated th...

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“The Bearer of Bad News” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #210

The sun rises over The Big Apple. Light reflects off the glass buildings in blinding radiance to every corner of the city, shadows cowering in the nooks and crannies of urban living where most people dare not tread. The city that never sleeps is rejuvenated as heels hit the pavement in fulfilment of their morning routines as they prepare themselves for another day of the repetitious grind. Newsstands and coffee carts open for business as men and women hail taxis for destinations all over the metropolitan area. Cars begin to honk, and peop...

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“He Knows You're There” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #209

Through the bustling of young savages hyped up on bowls full of sugar, I greet Ashton and his mom outside the elementary school where the kids are dropped off. After a holiday weekend, I had missed Ashton, and he must have missed me because he leaned forward with his golden blonde head for some affection. I playfully kiss it and help him out of his booster seat. As his little feet hit the ground, he took my hand, and we crossed the parking lot together. The other kids were in a sense maniacal, with the inability to hold still and the tend...

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“Fred” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #208

On the brink of adolescence, I made the decision to part ways with the things that represented my childhood. Not because I wanted to, but frankly it was because I did not want to be teased and ridiculed. I was a collector. By collector I mean hoarder of all things childish – toys, books, music. I believed that all toys, even my pillows and blankets, had emotions. To discard them, give them away, or not play with them would hurt their feelings. But the day came to put aside childish things and thoughts and continue along the path to adulth...

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“Becoming Me” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #207

As a little kid I didn’t feel different from everyone else. Probably because no one treated me any differently than anyone else. I grew up in a strict evangelical home that believes the Bible verbatim and that one should conduct themselves in such a manner that is deemed appropriate representation of the cross. As a kid that didn't mean much. I believed what my parents told me and everything else revolved around play. As a kid everyone accepted everyone and we all played the same games: hide-&-seek, tag, red rover and we all sang in t...

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“Passing Time” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #206

As a child they called me hyperactive more than they called me Ben. Time just seemed better spent doing than sitting there, listening, and looking. I’d lose my recess due to talking, fidgeting, not paying attention, you name it. It truly was punishment to sit there and do nothing but watch the clock slowly tick by while the other kids were out playing; when I knew I could be doing something else, should be doing something else. The jittery feeling I got when I had to sit still, when I had to wait, having that clock in front of me telling ...

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“Motley” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #206

I’m lying on the floor right in that spot where the warm air from the vent shoots out from underneath the television stand. If I position myself just right, I can get that warm air to blow in my face and it makes me all sleepy, but if my nose serves me right, dad is back with the pizza, and I can't sleep on that. It's movie night. I'm not interested in whatever they are watching, never am. I’m just laying here listening to it, wanting some of that pizza when Leslie plops down right on top of me.My favorite girl!

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“False Awakenings” by Ty Warmbrodt

Submitted to Contest #206

Helplessness is like having the world turn you inside out and dip you in salt. That was how Jack Simms felt as he watched a ravenous grizzly charge his lifelong friend, Cory Marx, from the brush, mauling him. Just a split second ago they were acknowledging a cute cub who had come wandering their way and were getting ready to head back to camp. Now, Jack knew he needed to do something but was frozen, shocked, his eyes bulging, his breathing short and quick, sweat pouring down his face although he himself felt cold.The bea...

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