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𝗢wen 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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Belongings

𝗢wen 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿

Submitted to Contest #286

She came up from the subway tunnels blinking into sunlight, but the sky was hazy with smoke or dust. Wes was too young for the endless stairs, and so she carried him on her hip with Dani in the sling round her front. Dani, at least, was sleeping now — a small blessing. The stranger who had offered to carry her suitcase set it down with a smile that stopped at his eyes. And everyone ahead of them had spilled into the street to look at the smoky sky, then look at the scene in front of them. Some sobbed. Some had been sobbing since the fir...

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The Disembodiment of Tong Leung

𝗢wen 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿

Submitted to Contest #221

Somewhere, Write flips a switch, and the rain begins. From your spot on the pier, you watch the clouds form, rolling across the harbour. When you first arrived in the City, you asked Write why he bothered creating nights and days and rain and storms and tides. That day, he appeared to you in his usual form — a young man, spiked hair, black T-shirt. He shrugged in that busy way of his, like he was always in two places at once.—It keeps us all human, he said. Then he taught you how to stop the weather. How to turn it off locally if y...

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The Queen of Mars

𝗢wen 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿

Submitted to Contest #134

The Queen of Mars walks at ease. She keeps her head bowed as if nodding to those that pass. Her shoes scuff the asphalt. At a dumpster, she raises the lid in hope, but it is empty. Further down, past the Venice sign, closer to the beach, she finds trash cans full of discarded food. Her hair, matted and grey, falls over her face as she reaches inside. Her fingers catch a bag of fries, then part of a burrito wrapped in paper. Straightening, she notices a smear of ketchup in her hair. The Queen of Mars strains it out with her fingers and wipes ...

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Fireflies of Manhattan

𝗢wen 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I’ve stepped outside, the leaves are on fire, and the autumn light is so clean it could cut you. All around, everything is just dying away in glory on another rainless upstate day. Behind me, the prison gate clangs shut, and the guy in the guard-house says I can catch a bus down the road. So, I search my pockets for money and find it: the fifty-two dollars I had when I went in. And I breathe. I just breathe the air. It’s clean, and I’m out, and I feel a bit of hope for the first time in almost a year. I think of Dr Paulson’s word...

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All Tomorrow's Lives

𝗢wen 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿

Shortlisted for Contest #62 ⭐️

I am in Colorado, flying above the forest. This body extension is a drone, and I hover above the beginnings of the wildfire that will burn an area the size of Manhattan. There is a plume of black smoke, and the air has become turbulent. Twenty people will die in this fire, most of them firefighters. I can only assume this is the best outcome. I have no access to the information in my past, but if I were to judge by the mobilisation of crews here to fight it, and its proximity to the town of Kittredge, I believe it could have been a high-casu...

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The Euripides Requiem

𝗢wen 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿

Shortlisted for Contest #44 ⭐️

[Note: This story touches heavily on issues of depression and suicide.] By the time we had returned from the beach, the Earth was gone — in its place was an expanding ring of debris like a rusting sickle. We knew, of course. We’d known for months. But we hadn’t been prepared to see it. To really see it. The captain had taken the Euripides into a solar orbit manually. The AI, after trying to find an orbital insertion point around a missing planet, had fallen into a hopeless loop. In time, the rotation engines fired up, preparing to bring...

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Plague Dogs

𝗢wen 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿

Submitted to Contest #38

A series of taps at his wrist alerts Nathan that a delivery has arrived. His vitaband lights up with the checkmark that indicates it is government approved and sterile, so he swipes the alert away and gets up from his desk. He can hear Edgar, already aware of the rover’s arrival, racing back and forth in front of the door with that manic energy that all mini-pins seem to have — tiny doberman pinschers with all the tension of a coiled spring. This racing habit has only become worse now that the lockdown has carried on for so long. Covid...

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Author bio

Owen Schaefer was born in a hollow log in a northern country, and raised by wolves. From there, he moved to Tokyo. Then Hong Kong. Then London. Today he lives in Blackheath, writes stories and scripts, and makes a nice carbonara like nonna used to make. He is not Italian.

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For what it's worth: he is also a freelance writer and editor, a poet, and has been on the editorial board at Prism International literary magazine. He has also been a ReedsyPrompts contest judge. Last year he had his first play produced on a London stage. And he has just completed his MFA in creative writing and finished his first novel. And so, the hunt for an agent begins.

There is a brief portfolio of published work at owenschaefer.com

2 shortlisted stories ⭐️

Contest #62

All Tomorrow's Lives – read story

Contest #44

The Euripides Requiem – read story