W.S. Clyffesend

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Your Choice” by W.S. Clyffesend

Submitted to Contest #188

CW: This story contains themes related to dementia and memory loss. When I was 15 and getting my learner’s permit, the DMV asked me to fill out my voter registration and asked if I’d like to register as an organ donor. I wanted to say yes, but my dad stopped me. He said that the hospital was more likely to let me die, since if they sacrifice me they could save several other people. I didn’t know ...

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“𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥” by W.S. Clyffesend

Submitted to Contest #78

I was a winter’s touch I did not think you would petrify so suddenly Your hands gently laid atop mine as you guide. Your hands that had never felt this warm before. When the finishing brushstroke hit you examined the finished work, alleviated, then turned to me.  I remember the first time I saw you, cheeks pallid and your face slack with apathy. Were ...

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“Sympathy” by W.S. Clyffesend

Submitted to Contest #51

When you have your life taken away from you, there isn’t much that will stop you from enacting whatever payback you deem fit. When you have nothing to lose, there isn’t a lot that seems scary. When an enemy is so ruthless, you don’t hold a lot of sympathy. Don’t worry Dmitri. I don’t. “Lyudmila!” A gnarled and cigarette charred voice grumbled to me hastily. “It came from the buil...

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“The Commute” by W.S. Clyffesend

Submitted to Contest #50

Is he looking at me?  My eyes try to watch anything else. Signboards, other passengers, my reflection. Yet my attention was always brought back to the man standing skittishly at the back of the carriage. I’m imagining things, I must be. Maybe he’s just zoning out and his eyes just happen to be rested on me?  If you’re a fellow non-license holder, you’ll know that in the morning th...

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“𝐹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒” by W.S. Clyffesend

Submitted to Contest #49

Harrowing nights low on food left my men at the end of their rope. Earnest in all my intentions, but I know rationing the food is what made my men succumb to the depths. Leviathan hold strong, I prayed, hold until I can get them back home, hold until these torrential rains stop, hold until I can buy them another pint. Prayers m...

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“Nemesis” by W.S. Clyffesend

Submitted to Contest #48

“Alright class! Let’s set down our books and put them in our desks.” Miss Wright pauses, allotting time for the slower children in the class to understand the sheer magnitude of the task at hand. It was time for the macaroni challenge, a single event I had spent at least six hours preparing for. A considerable portion of my life, yes, but one must be prepared for such moments in time to assure victory. But most important...

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“The Worker” by W.S. Clyffesend

Submitted to Contest #47

You were a diligent worker. Your wife said so at least, but she has rarely had a chance to see you lately due extended shifts at the plant. Lest the State succumb to foreign powers, all invaluable workers were to put in more hours. However, you had found the strain of the current economic situation, due to powers outside of the nation’s control, to be overbearing to your senses.  It would be around this t...

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Ate a whole lemon once, won two pubg games within 24 hours, so yeah, kind of a big deal.