White Buffalo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Little Lord FIsh” by White Buffalo

Submitted to Contest #276

I first met Geo in the Fall of my last year of high school, when the promise of the future is guaranteed. I was jogging by the retention pond and he was fishing for treasure in it, using a net hauling garbage out of the water with intense professionality. I passed by him over a bridge when "STRACK!" He had hurled his net and impending trash out in front of me.My first thought was that he was going to ask me for money. I had been warned about vagrants in this park by my parents and teachers at the high school. I learned later that he was only...

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“The Bottom of a Stack Doll” by White Buffalo

Submitted to Contest #221

It was blusteringly cold this November. It was sunny though, and birds and insects weren't buried somewhere out of flight or sight. Todd Wilkinson, still a highschool senior, was walking home with his friend Henry following an early dismissal. The neighborhood where they passed amazed them with their Fall color, short trees and bushes bejeweled with purple and black leaves. Pretty blue lady bugs searched for people to cling on to. Todd shook one off before passing a barricaded yard, fenced in by an oily black railing. A prepub...

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“Money Talks in the Middle West” by White Buffalo

Submitted to Contest #171

So I moved to Indianapolis last Tuesday night while the night was dark and the weather cool. From Southern Illinois. The books I read and the people I know all say the same thing: The Big city's a "tough place". With mom and my girlfriend both dead and a recent diagnosis of Major Depression, I figured Indianapolis might be for me. Main Town had no business or room for me, anyways. Ironically it was not "Main"-ly anything but ordinary, if not "Main"-ly overtly conservative church-going and unjust. When the most important lady in my life,...

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“Travesties in Lyme-Regis” by White Buffalo

Submitted to Contest #135

A bright yellow sun winked its eye over the hills in the East. "Sunday morning, in the life of 2073," typed Father Jimmy Savvalas in his soon-to-be-read sermon, at church today. He felt like a seminarian, procrastinating his sermons 'til the day before, if not the day of. Times were tough of late, however, for the region of Dorset, town of Lyme Regis, and soon, for the whole country of England. Father Jimmy turned his television off. Click. The only thing fun he did these days was watch movies, trying to get his mind off the riots. A ...

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“The Secret Runaways” by White Buffalo

Submitted to Contest #130

Who is this world wonderful, cascading orange into yellow at the visible horizon-line? Time untethered, who are these things free unruled dancing by the sandy marsh to the music? It seems their games aren't of the judgmental kind, kind greens in their eyes something deeper holding their stare into that orangehorizon-line. I've been here a while, not sure how long. All I know is the rest of the crew is gone, by choice or inability, not sure what, but one of the two.These things dance though to drums their tirades unquestionably safe. They giv...

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