W B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“MozonCorp 3” by W B

Submitted to Contest #289

I always knew I was destined for great things. My parents were both born on Level 2 but ascended to Level 5. Whilst it was still menial labour, their skillset was better suited to the more complex products. However, with elevation came complacency. Upon moving into their new, more spacious sleeper pods; with meat privileges and an increased wine allowance, their productivity flagged.When I rose to level 90, my first act was to remove any alcohol from Levels 1-10. But I’m getting ahead of myself. At school, I exceled. I worked out that m...

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“The Greatest Of All Great Men” by W B

Submitted to Contest #285

He clasped the lever and dragged it down. A cacophonous burst of energy and the machine exploded into life. Metallic fibres hummed with possibility as Charles Rothstein climbed into the capsule and unfurled his scribbled notes: ‘ED-B: +56%, HVRT: +44%, SPU: +43%, EVT: +40%, GU: +35%’ Of course, travelling back 25 days to invest in profitable shares wasn’t the most creative use of time travel, but he had to test the contraption somehow. Besides, boosting his net worth by a cool $178bn wouldn’t hurt. The divorce had been crippling but on...

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“Yes, Prime Minister” by W B

Submitted to Contest #283

“So, I assume Christmas is cancelled?” “Afraid so mate.” “I’ll text Rachel, the kids might as well open the presents without me.” Liam sighed. Craig had been his deputy for two years and already the cracks were beginning to show. Crow’s feet and grey hairs had come early to the young man opposite him and the guilty look in his eye suggested another early morning row with his wife. Liam recognised the look. He’d seen it in the mirror almost every week during his first year working in No. 10 Downing Street. Of course, Liam was now divorced. “T...

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“The Last Dragon” by W B

Submitted to Contest #274

“Forgive me sire, I have failed. I could not do it.” The king didn’t meet Sir Barnabus’ eyes as he left his throne and swaggered to the edge of the dais. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected any success, but it still irked him. The knights of Albion had a reputation to uphold. This was the fourth he’d sent on this quest and the fourth who had returned emptyhanded. Albion’s unruly nobility was becoming restless, and this was starting to become an embarrassment. By any measure, it had been a successful reign. He’d reduced inflation of the gold...

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“Saving Mr Scruffy” by W B

Submitted to Contest #273

The problem with being good at your job is that others notice. I should have had the foresight to fumble a few easy cases during my training and spend the rest of my career coasting, but no. You see, in my line of work, there are the easy cases, the hard cases and the downright impossible cases. Naturally, after excelling at my job for years, the chap upstairs has rewarded me with successive examples of the latter, and you were the hardest yet.After receiving the alert, your parents dragged you from your bed. You weren’t happy but then again...

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“The Heirloom” by W B

Submitted to Contest #271

“Would you like one?” Jos was sat on the wiry green bench, his little legs swinging back and forth, when he heard the voice. A small girl was standing outside the bakery opposite. He could just about see her small, pointed face above a mountain of fluffy cinnamon buns. Her eyes were an opalescent brown, sparkling with flecks of gold. “Hello? Would you like one? They’re about to go bad.” He spotted his nanny exiting the shop next door and hopped off the bench. “Maybe next time!” He grinned. Despite her predilection for baked goods, and frankl...

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