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Will Hogan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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Eden's Little Helpers

Will Hogan

Submitted to Contest #313

The knock was precise, insistent, yet strangely soft. It wasn’t the aggressive thud of a vacuum cleaner salesman, nor the tentative tap of a child selling cookies. This was the knock of quiet authority, of a man who knew he belonged on your porch, as if by invitation.Mrs. Henderson, a woman perpetually encased in her starched apron, her life a meticulous parade of predictable routines, peered through the peephole. A man stood there, impeccably dressed in a pristine white suit, a wide, beatific smile stretching across his face, radiating an a...

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The Painter

Will Hogan

The PainterThe candlelight flickered against the damp walls of the small room, casting long, wavering shadows. The air smelled of turpentine, old bread, and damp wool—the mingling scents of an artist too poor to afford luxury but too proud to quit. A thin man sat hunched over a wooden table, his shoulders curled inward like a bird shielding itself from the cold. His fingers, stained with ochre and umber, moved with quick precision as he guided his brush across the canvas.It was a city scene—a row of buildings stacked tightly together, their ...

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"A Legacy of Clutter" The Collyer Brothers

Will Hogan

The sun dipped low over Harlem, casting long shadows against the boarded-up windows of the Collyer brownstone. Nobody had seen Langley or Homer in weeks, but that wasn’t unusual. The neighbors had learned to ignore the reclusive brothers years ago. What could you say about two men who lived in a house bursting at the seams with newspapers, broken appliances, and God only knew what else? Some whispered that the brothers were rich eccentrics; others thought they were mad. Everyone agreed on one thing: the house was as impenetrable as a fortres...

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In the Red

Will Hogan

Submitted to Contest #284

Cliff Daniels loved order. As a veteran IRS agent, his greatest joy was the smooth clicking of a calculator and the neat, satisfying rows of balanced accounts. He wasn’t popular at the office—“by-the-book Cliff” didn’t make friends easily—but that didn’t bother him. He believed in the system, in fairness, in everyone paying their share.So when Doris Thompson’s case landed on his desk, Cliff approached it with the same precision he applied to every audit. Doris, an eighty-year-old widow, had been making payments to the IRS for decades. The pr...

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