Wayne Steele

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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“A tale of the damned” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #272

​​The sun dips in the bloody ocean as our ship travels across the hellish ocean, consuming us. The wind shrieked like ghosts as they ripped the ship's sail from top to bottom. “This is all because of that damned red box full of cargo,”  Edward said, slurring his words as he took another sip from the bottle. The snoring kept me up as the surrounding men rolled around in slumber. Edward held a candle and stumbled around the ship. The rain made it difficult to hear the pitter-patter of the rat's feet as he walked around. Edwards' bare feet...

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“A pirates wale” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #266

The sun dips in the bloody ocean as our ship travels across the hellish ocean. The wind shrieked like ghosts as they ripped the ship's sail from top to bottom. “This is all because of that damned box full of cargo,” he mutter to myself, slurring his words as I took another sip from the bottle. The snoring kept me up as the surrounding men rolled around in slumber. Edward held a candle and stumbled around the ship. The rain made it difficult to hear the pitter-patter of the rat's feet as he walked around. Edwards' bare feet plunged into a mys...

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“Stones of fate ” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #175

Trigger warning: Contains blood, Violence, And death “I can’t believe they abandoned us. Axel said. He looked out of the window and into the cavern's depth. The precious gems seemed to glow a dim blue and green. The sunlight illuminated the rock face and revealed a swirl of pink, white, and tan. But the sun revealed only so much of the rock before the endless abyss swallowed it. We’re on our own. He thought as tears welled up in his big blue eyes. “What if we don’t make it? What if we fall asleep and miss our stop?” Tears were mixing in w...

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“Apartment of terror” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #158

The screams pierced the inky night air. Ella and I sat on the roof of her red car, sharing a cigarette, staring at the stars as they gleamed in the sky. The smoke seemed to be reaching for them. “Are you ready to head in?” She asked. The blue under glow on her car made it easier to see her curly red hair brushing against my shoulder. Her blue eyes gleamed in the light of the zippo lighter. The gray apartment building loomed in the background.  “I don’t know,” I turned to face her. “What I do know is that I’ll miss you.”  A small ...

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“Mission report” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #155

Trigger warning: contains blood and violence “He’s bleeding out,” A man named Jason yelled over the sirens.  He put down his gun and ran past the other bodies and towards the bleeding man. Almost slipping on the marble floor slick with blood. The man’s lab coat was drenched in blood with it also soaking his red curly hair making it matted. His blue eyes were moving rapidly trying to figure out whether he was going to survive or not. Flex of it mixed in with his freckles. Jason knelt and started to put pressure on his thigh. You’re not ...

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“Best friend” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #139

“Oh, Grow up!” “This is your fault!” Emma yelled. Her voice echoed in the bathroom. A sneer formed on Emma’s face; she stormed around the bathroom to see if anyone in the stalls was listening to our conversation. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone. Why would she do that? She thought. I was doing so well on my own, and she had to step in and ruin it. She always has to be the center of attention.  “My fault? Why! I talked to people and made a little joke about you.” Olivia snapped back, raising her hands defensively. What did I do? Why is sh...

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“Hidden papers” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #136

“This is the dumbest thing you could ever come up with,” I said in utter disbelief. I crossed my arms in deficiency. The fire crackled as if it agreed with me. Everyone was starring, wondering what would happen next. The night-air send a shiver down my spine. “Common, Aaron, it's a dare,” Kevin said in an annoyed voice. The light of the campfire gave Kevin’s face an eerie glow. “You have to do it. The half-circle around us started a quiet chant of my name but grew in size until it was a massive roar of people yelling my name, and soon enoug...

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“The time where I almost failed” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #132

 “Oh God, what am I going to do?” I mutter to myself, papers soaked with tears strewn across my desk, several cups of coffee thrown half-hazardly, some empty, some still full and cold. I looked at a nearby clock. The time was six o'clock. The moon was dipping in the west, getting ready for bed as the sun was getting ready to go to work. The sky looked like a dancing fire with a mix of orange, yellow and red. The birds sang their beautiful songs, but they must have been singing about my funeral for me.  The science finale worth sev...

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“Magic names” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #130

Content warning: contains blood.“I wonder what’s my purpose in life,” I thought to myself pacing the living room window. The sun was just beginning to wake up, and the birds were singing their beautiful songs. “Would I ever find it? How would I even realize it’s my purpose or, where to find it?” I walked to the window. My reflection showed the deep scowl of an unhappy boy. My hair was in a mess, my blue eyes were bloodshot, with deep bags under my eyes. “Who am I?” I pondered. A voice rang out from the kitchen. “Son food’s almost ready....

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“Long lost brother” by Wayne Steele

Submitted to Contest #128

Writer's note: I accidentally submitted the story to the wrong category it should be. Write a story about a character reluctant to go to a tea party “I’ve always been a failure in the family, “I say to myself solemnly as I lay in bed. Everyone one always says David is nothing more than a loser and will always be a failure.” A letter was written as if it was from the queen herself, saying: “Dear David, I know it’s been a while since we talked last, but I was wondering if you could come to my tea party. It won’t be big, just a few people ...

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Author bio

I had to attend a funeral and fish school but I'm writting again new stories soon Stories bi-monthly - Loves experiments and trying new things -Loves music and playing the ukulele, piano -Evangelical Christian -I won't delete any stories to let you see how far I progressed