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Walter Wright

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

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People Can Say All They Want

Submitted to Contest #61

“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 emotionless.Tom continued, “Weird, isn’t it? So weird… I know ― knew those people and I just feel like ...

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Looking Little in The Little Village

Submitted to Contest #45

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 processing the next. My Chicago method of sightseeing was nothing, and from an outsider’s view, I probably looked rather lost. ...

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Running The Wheel

Submitted to Contest #41

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 fol...

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Uncontrollables Controlling

Submitted to Contest #39

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 harsh air, I let a detoxifying breath, “Jeremiah, what do...

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Thinker's Block

Submitted to Contest #36

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 know it I just do. This h...

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The Random Epiphany of a Random Thinking Teenager

Submitted to Contest #35

Another evening for you Joe. A couple more blocks and we’ll be at the park. We’ll be able to see some things, think about some things, smell some things. Wait, smell some things? What, moving on. I couldn’t feel more embraced for a walk. I got my windbreaker, some shorts, my flashy off-white sneakers, and I’m listening to some Kanye. God damn Joe you’ve really done it haven’t you. Man Kanye’s Graduation album really is legendary and I don’t get why people give him so much hate. One thing is for sure is that the man is a musical genius.Flashi...

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Self-Betting-Meant

Submitted to Contest #33

The distinct scent of perfume, shampoo, and shaving cream slapped my nose as I entered through the glass doors logoed in bright golded font, “Santio’s Palor Est. 1955.” The buzz of electronic clippers and razors mimicked a swarm of bees in which their sounds engulfed my very ears. It was a barbershop, what would you expect. Along the floor littered the casual variances of hair. There was a long type of brown hair that never had the intention of meeting the red curly fur of hair partnered in its mix. Big, floor to ceiling, type windows h...

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The River Walk Home

Submitted to Contest #31

The ambient background noises of electronic phone rings, faint scribbling, and inexplicable mumbles of private conversations clustered the air. The smell of freshly printed paper and brewed coffee welcomed itself to the noses of the office’s worker colony. Breaking the natural components of the office was a seduced yelling and loud thumping coming from the private office in the room’s back right corner. “C’mon Joe! Never have I ever had to come to you about this! W-what the hell man!” a deep-throated voice directed. In reply came a...

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