Victor David

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The High Cost Of Blindness And Bread” by Victor David

The day the bread stopped its plunge from hidden skies into his outstretched hands signaled the end of his blindness. On that day Peter sat on his sidewalk for a while stunned and vague, his stomach in the final pleasurable pain of fullness, its essential emptiness revealed. He watched the world take shape around him.It wasn’t a rebirth. More a creation.His long years of night had reached dawn.And that fashioned no sense to those who walked past Peter on his sidewalk in route to a towered job in a city that threw its human discards into card...

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“Butterfly Storm” by Victor David

Submitted to Contest #267

Imagine. If there were no more uproar and all turbulence were eliminated somehow, we would still fabricate our own discontent, and create our own reasons to be anxious, said Old Yuraq from Nashville as we got off the bus one early evening in Tucson. That’s terrible, I said. My stomach growled. The bus door wheezed. Yeah, terrible. But think about it. Well, let’s get something to eat first. Hold on, kid, said Yuraq. He tilted his head, stroked his old man beard. What? Look at the sky. And I did. Look. The sky was filled with butterflies. My f...

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“If Worth a Reveal” by Victor David

Submitted to Contest #267

It was easy to buy the gun. A few blocks from the Rescue Mission, on South Alameda, stood a concrete building with a steel door. The hot skies of Los Angeles beat down. Elliot Cooper pushed the door open, entered. At the counter, a tattooed old guy with big arms polished a pistol. What’ll you have? asked the old guy. He set the pistol down. A good one, said Elliot. They’re all good, said old guy. Elliot knew that. Or so he'd heard at least. He didn’t really know. Kids with grudges usually don’t. But then most kids with grudges throw rocks fr...

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“A Ritual Of Fire And Bridges” by Victor David

Submitted to Contest #266

For what it’s worth, the first time around is never the best. People say it is, but that’s a legend that grew from late night discussions back when authors could speak without permission. They’d sit around a fire in the woods with their mouths full of ideas and whiskey, and bask in the critical fluency of accolades as darkness rolled a refer.Richard Garrison knew the truth. He had been one of them, back when to summon his spirit he only had to take a swig or two, and pound his chest. The wilderness inside him savaged his temper with its howl...

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“With Faces Filled Of Fingers” by Victor David

Submitted to Contest #266

Michelangelo, who lived without a roof in the city of Seattle rain, threw back his damp blanket about 2 a.m., retrieved his shoes that pillowed his head, put them on fully one at a time, walked to the all night diner on Pike Street where he asked the all night party people who strolled or staggered the sidewalk for a few coins, got a few, bought a coffee, rapid swallowed it to scald his throat, and stepped forward into the streetlight punctured darkness to render his words on the walls of the beautiful town.Nobody knew him.They thought ...

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“Eleven Years of Hope” by Victor David

🏆 Winner of Contest #265

When the doctors asked him if he wanted to hop into a frying pan, Alexander of Severe Level III, long acquainted with doctor tongue, knew they meant they wanted to trial a new drug or a new treatment. Alexander said okay because he was tired of being shut up all day in the institution, and wanted to travel to the testing lab. More importantly, he had lost a central piece of himself to shrapnel when he stepped on a landmine eleven years earlier, and continued to perplex what was left of his cerebral cortex with the hope of its recovery.The do...

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Author bio

Ex-pat, long ago military, mislaid soul, realistic progressive. I find beauty in the divine when it'll have me, inside a jail when it won't let me go, and on the streets and sidewalks where I've lived and fallen. I write evocative creative fiction outside the designs of our times, odd time tales that don't fit into that category or that one over there, either. Hopefully, makes you think about things and have fun doing it. More stories at: https://dynamiccreed.com And yes, books. I've got a couple. More on the way. When I can. Soon, maybe. https://www.amazon.com/stores/Victor-David-Sandiego/author/B018YR4MH2 Thanks for checking my profile, and stay blessed. Victor David Sandiego

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Contest #265

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