William Barlow

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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“ Counselor” by William Barlow

Submitted to Contest #75

 I grew up in a poor-family setting where alcoholism was ever-present. My step-father did not like me, and I liked him even less. I spent much of my preteen and teenage years on the streets trying to earn money to feed myself. I sold newspapers on street corners, often staying out all night long. Also, I sold another newspaper, The Grit, which I received weekly through the...

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“Lucky” by William Barlow

Submitted to Contest #74

I have lived on the streets as far back as I can remember, never having a place to call home. Oh, it hasn’t been too bad as I have not had to answer to anybody and I’m free to wander in whichever direction I might choose. I lived anywhere I lay my head down to sleep. Mostly alleyways, abandoned buildings, or fields. When I felt like it was time for a nap I’d just find myself a comfortable spot and lay my head down and snooze. I’d often go without having something to eat which made me look a bit unsightly with my ribs showing t...

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“In The Blink Of An Eye” by William Barlow

Submitted to Contest #74

My hands were bound behind me as I was being led out of the jailhouse. The sun hit me square in the eyes and I had to squint. We walked a short distance and turned the corner. I could then see what all the hammering noise was I had been hearing from my cell. Of course I already knew what was going on. After all, this was the reason for my being in the jail. As we turned the corner I could see the crowd that had ga...

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“The Roger Bernard Case” by William Barlow

Submitted to Contest #72

 James Kennedy was a tall, well-built man of thirty-six years of age. He kept his head shaved smooth because he had started getting a bald spot on the top of his head while still in his mid-twenties. He figured that it may have been hereditary because his father had a receding hairline, but he did not rule out that it could have been caused from the stress from his occupation. He was a detective at the Southside Police P...

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“Destiny” by William Barlow

Submitted to Contest #72

I gazed upon the plate sitting in front of me. A nice Porterhouse Steak, a baked potato slathered with butter, sour cream, chives, and bacon bits. A glass of tea. A meal fit for a king or even perfect as a last meal for the condemned. I had not tasted a meal that looked as good as this one in a long time. I wanted to savor it to the very last bite. When my meal was finished I decided to l...

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“Joseph and Louise” by William Barlow

Submitted to Contest #70

The old two-story wooden Victorian house stood at the end of the cul-de-sac. It had once been one of the grandest homes in the small town but now was in dire need of repair. The light blue paint that had covered the exterior walls was now faded until almost white and much of it had peeled showing decaying boards. Shingles were missing from the roof. The landscape that had once been adorned with beautiful flower gardens a...

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“Halloween Fun At The Cemetery” by William Barlow

Submitted to Contest #65

The phone rang and Tommy answered.  Hello. Hey, Tom.  It was Harold, Tom’s best friend. What’s up, Harold? Do you have any plans for Halloween night yet? No, not really. Trick-or-treating may be out of the question at my age, Tommy kidded. Yeah, but I have an idea of a way we could have some fun with the trick or treaters.  ...

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