Walter Wright

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

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“The Mud Pie” by Walter Wright

Damion’s mind wanted to go, but there was nowhere else except the space between his ears. His eyes darted acquiescently, capturing and processing everything around him. The lights, which had a faint lime shade to them; the train’s seats, which all looked like the plaster of bathroom stalls; the windows, marked with scratches and fingerprints; from the gum spots to the skin folds of neighboring passengers, everything seem...

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“Resolute Manifestation ” by Walter Wright

“Do you have any idea what two raccoons fucking sounds like?” “No, I cannot say.” “It’s like a mix of the crinkling noise when the vacuum hits the right spot and raw, primal passion. Shit, one was bleeding last time." Rob tried to cover his judging smile with a yawn, nodding along, “Oh really! That-that sounds like something….” “Robo if I gotta give any advi...

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“Systematic Rebel ” by Walter Wright

Aisles of pupil-searing fluorescent light define each row. The tables, straight, connected, and orderly, discourage any thought of eating or talking. Below, desaturated titles hold what little dreams these soundless feet can carry. People file in with bag-heavy eyes and stiff hair. Raspy whispers and mucus-dripping sniffs chime synchronously like birds chirping one another. Believe it or not, I’m expected to learn someth...

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“Walk Away” by Walter Wright

On this day, Tuesday, the most unambiguous indication of a higher power revealed itself. The sky cemented over its pure blue. Each cloud molded thick puffy definitions. For the few noises present they were natural and pleasant. Passing hums of strangers mixed with distant cicadas rattles. Everything was just right for a walk, a bike ride, a tan in the backyard, a book, or a simple lie down in the dew-free grass. Zachery ...

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“Make The Move ” by Walter Wright

In between the salty seaweed smell of the ocean fights the doughy goodness of fresh bread. The taco stand is busy but Sonny had just arrived before the evening rush. The breeze plays with his bourbon brown which he hates. He waits patiently behind two customers. Given the ocean’s noogie, and the fact he can’t decide which menu item he wants stirs a pot of anxiety within him. The first lady finishes her order by signing t...

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“Forgetting Permanence ” by Walter Wright

It was one of those naps in which the nightmare started when I woke up. It is one thing to say you’re not alone but another to feel it. I don’t know maybe this is how life is and only some get bothered by it.  I looked right into the mirror, trying to comprehend myself, “Wow, this is living right now. I am alive. This is me. A reality is happening and I am a part of it. No pause. I keep living. An endless...

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“The Beat We All Live In” by Walter Wright

There’s often a voice that is destined to attract the eyes, and for Daniel, this is one of them. A voice so harmonious, that the sight of a man in full body tattoos snorting powder couldn’t distract him. It is a festival after all. Blonde, brown eyes, and a soft glare made Daniel knock over the box of 312 beers.  Kevin rushes over, “Hey idiot, are you picking these up or what?” “Yes. ...

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“Life Without The I” by Walter Wright

Joe breathed himself into an utter canvas of blackness. Some minuscule dots of red, orange, a purple float here and there.  He envisioned his small pet hamster from home. Atticus was his name. A puffy ball of life that could do a lot but choose to eat, run his wheel, and sleep. On the off occasion, he would scramble to bite his way out of his cage, but once in a ball or given a snack he forgot. Atticus h...

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“The Michelin Star Fry Cook” by Walter Wright

There are so many rats in the city. I understand why but it really is a problem. Just beside my smoking spot, waist-high piles of bulging garbage bags fill up most of the alley. In between hits, I experience the most diverse whiffs of rotten meat, fresh bread, and urine. Yet, the night remains night as partygoers still walk by and express their suppressed energy in each hairstyle and flashy accessory.   T...

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“Burning Man” by Walter Wright

The house is its own nightclub. Bass-driven music hypnotizes all the young men and women into obnoxious huddles and scenes. I probably fit my own stereotype but I never understood why others fully choose theirs. Shifting through the crowd I see Charlie and Max wearing boat shoes, no socks for some reason, and a size-too-small polo. That’s only on my left. To my right, three girls, who I also went to high school with, we...

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“People Can Say All They Want” by Walter Wright

“Yeah, I’m good Johnny. Glad we got the book done ―“― Um-er yaa, yeah I’ll be back tomorrow morning I just have something tonight ―“― Sure, sure okay see you then.”Tommy hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket. Experiencing the cosmic scene of flaming leaves and afternoon Sun and sat back on the park bench. Looking left, he locked eyes with his best friend Coop. “I know what you are going to say, Coop. I did it again.”Coop was emotionles...

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“Looking Little in The Little Village” by Walter Wright

The bright summer blue sky didn’t mind the heat as not one cloud could be spotted over the Chicagoland for miles. I sat there frozen on the curb listening to the infinite sounds resonating through 26th street. The sounds of accelerating cars were like little vacuums being steered up and down the carpet. One after another, I mindlessly tracked each car and its features until I felt they were judged enough before processin...

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“Running The Wheel ” by Walter Wright

Man oh man I love the beats of Bob Marley’s “I Shot The Sheriff.” Sings and teaches nothing but a truth to the people. Just barely mid-week, mid-school year too, and I couldn’t feel happier? No, the word might be fulfilled or maybe healthy. Most teachers get tired, start cutting corners, all that lazy stuff but not me. Nothing gets me more pumped than those 23 7th graders who line up outside my history class. Today I got them at the end of WW2 which should be very interesting. Given that as with the end of one war another one robotically ...

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“Uncontrollables Controlling ” by Walter Wright

My head is so heavy that I feel my brain splitting, like a coconut being cracked. From 7:50 am sharp to 3:05 pm late I jam information, paper, and numerals, it’s just too much."Keep looking ahead J...."Nothing is any bleaker than mid-January winter. Barely short of four and the sun is playfully hiding beyond the houses, minutes away from sinking out of sight. With the dimming light aided the glistening snow that laid comfortably over the sidewalks and street. Ingesting the crispy ...

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“Thinker's Block” by Walter Wright

It was like any other spring night time. A collage of purple and blue hung above while the silent air flooded the cool streets below. Whether it was Tuesday, Wednesday, or even a Saturday night, it did not matter to Neville. This night frighteningly began to feel like any other possible night in the hurricane of his mind. Laying on the hard wooden floor of his bedroom, Neville sprawled with a pen in his left and a revoltingly beaten spiral notebook in his right.April 9th, 2022I can already tell it once again. I k...

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I write when I'm bored or have something to say.