Vayd Danish

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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“Fortress Of Solitude” by Vayd Danish

Hades lounged on his eternal throne, snacking on pomegranate seeds.His throne, of ornate skull detail and multiple metallic greyscale accents, was built of a special varietal of silver, sourced from the bed of the Acheron, and washed in both the Phlegethon and the Styx. It radiated power, and Hades himself felt the humming of the lumbar support region.Or perhaps one of his skeleton guards had taken to 70's music again, and he had confused the source of the noise. He remembered the time his guards had ch...

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“Mikey” by Vayd Danish

"Yes, yes. Well, I'd love to discuss your book for even more time, but I have urgent... ah, homely matters to attend to. Farewell."I watched, relieved, as the despicable Troy Smith walks off to some other poor sod's house.A professional braggart since college and an awful writer, our friendly little idiot goes around the neighbourhood, marketing his new work, "Everything The Light Touches."It's adequately written, at best, and the research is very poorly done...

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“The Perfect Crime (A Sequel To: The Prodigal (Grand)Son)” by Vayd Danish

A frigid gust of wind cackled at me as I got off the Royal Limousine.I turned back around for a goodbye to my driver, Driver. But the car had already spun around, and the wheels crunched gravel underneath as they spun, desperate to get away from this place, which looked like it was where dreams went to die.I shouldered my weighty rucksack, sighing, as I walked onto the campus.An enormous, dull-looking building stretched out before me, resembling a cement slab, and bordered by a neatly ...

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“Los Compadres™: A Spinoff” by Vayd Danish

"Do we have to, though?"Vayd grumbled, as Orenda and Rhondalise were hard at work digging up his backyard.Aerin was busy coming up with Halloween costumes for the Compadres and Amany was doodling that guy from Enola Holmes. Teakwood, or something."Yes, we do. Unless you want to deprive Rhonny of her lifelong dream since last week, of dating the ghost of some 18th century cosplayer."Came Orenda's response.Rhondalise snapped her head back and said, in ...

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“Go Jackrabbits!” by Vayd Danish

JacksonSarah Lawrence High's annual reunion.A swirling, torrential cesspool of all that sucked.Humans.Lounge music.And worst of all, ex-jocks-and-now-successful-business-owners. Those were the worst. You always thought they'd try and get into the NFL and fail and descend into a spiraling lifestyle of drinking and failure in general, but NO, what they did was they started businesses.Did I miss the jockpocalypse or somethin...

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“Almond Milk, Zombies And A Broken Window” by Vayd Danish

Almond milk.Almond milk was, in my opinion, the greatest mystery the universe had to offer. (Well, the greatest mystery the universe AND my refrigerator had to offer, anyway.)Not outer space.Not the twilight zone of the ocean.Almond milk.HOW IS IT MADE?Did they... juice almonds?Did they crush them, grind them and put water in the resulting powder and make a fine paste, which they then...

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“Running On Empty” by Vayd Danish

Marcus ran through the streets, the smell of urine and hot dogs invading his nostrils.His sneaker-clad feet padded lightly on the snow-topped cement.A crisp, wintry breeze nipped at his body, chilling him to the core.He sprinted down the sidewalk, shoving pedestrians in the side and then moving on to the next.Wow, running and pushing. Something definitely rang a bell.His entire life, he'd been running. Never static, because he never could af...

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“A Thousand Shocks” by Vayd Danish

JacksonAs I sat at the restaurant that particular Friday morning, waiting for my date to show up, all I could think about was the love of my life.Oh, how I missed her.Her seemingly flawless appearance.Her warm, wonderful personality, how she helped me whenever I needed her. She was there for me whenever I needed her to be, and I loved her just for doing so.In fact, I'd met her just the week before, which turned out to be the last time I'd ever see ...

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“The Prodigal (Grand)Son” by Vayd Danish

I knew the moment I wrote my will that it wasn't going to garner as huge a fanbase as I.Then again, I knew that even when I began my "Like And Subscribe To Be In My Will Contest".***It all began with my problems. Oh, the things I had to deal with.My dog was having trouble moving its bowels.My friends all planned to go to a movie without me.My entire family was on my case about "getting low grades in Math" or "being absolute garbage ...

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she said "i don't usually do this kind of thing does it change the way you think of me?" thinking wasn't his forté - sam fender, "will we talk?"