Zachary Thomas

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Bottled Up” by Zachary Thomas

Submitted to Contest #262

As much as he wanted to kill it, he couldn’t. No matter how many times he smacked his sandal down on it, the fuzzy red ant would just vanish into the soft, hot sand only to reappear dustier, angrier–stinging at the air in contorted retaliation. “Somebody bring me a cup or something,” said Mr. Bauer, holding out his hand while his eyes were fixed downward. He just wanted to destroy the bug and move on. It had been a long day at Bear Lake, a mostly good day, but nearing the end of a long week. Mr. Bauer was the director of Bright Horizons...

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“To Save a Boy” by Zachary Thomas

Submitted to Contest #235

He had to find him. He had to reach him in time, going back through time, because his thoughts would not let him forget. That boy. That awkward thing with gangly limbs and a brain tweaked by hormones, standing on a rock in the wilderness alone. He had to get to him before the prowlers could. To put his arms around him and tell him that life was ahead of him and not behind–to help him lift his chin and scatter his emotions. To help him see there is a time and a season for everything, and to be young is to be dumb. “Did you brin...

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“An Infestation of Tigers” by Zachary Thomas

Submitted to Contest #230

It was near the city of Jaspur, not twenty miles from the outskirts, where a small village had suddenly found itself infested with tigers. They were not real tigers, of course. For years now, the real tigers could only be found in the wildlife parks. And mostly fallen into history were the sad accounts of people taken while working in the fields or sleeping in their beds. But these tigers–the kind that infested–were not capable of man-eating. Why? Because they were so small.It was believed that they had reached the village by hitch...

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“They Came Across the Snow” by Zachary Thomas

Submitted to Contest #227

The clouds were low and heavy, and the air was still in the hour before it came. A long bank of mist hovered over the bare trees which lined the country lanes. And where the lanes converged there was a dead-end road on which the boy lived in a comfortable, rambler-style, house surrounded by 200 acres of deep woods. And his heart was in these woods. When the sun dissolved below the horizon, he watched out the front window as darkness filled the leaf-strewn hollows. Cold shadows rose slowly out of the creek bottom, rounding the ...

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“The Letter Carrier” by Zachary Thomas

Submitted to Contest #212

It had gone too far this time and even the mailbox seemed to know it; seemed to be laughing at him from the inside. The address on the letter was clearly not his, not even close: “1496 Bonanza Ave,” addressed to a Jennifer Waterman, in a city that was at least twenty miles away. By itself the incident should’ve been of little concern–a simple oversight by the carrier, who was still visible in his Jeep down the street.“But it’s happened so many times before,” he thought as he slid the envelope out of the cold box and held it in his ...

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“In the Shadow of Bald Mountain” by Zachary Thomas

Submitted to Contest #205

The old Ford pickup, having spent its entire life on its wheels, was now upside down at the bottom of Angel Creek. Steam hissed slowly from the radiator and the frame was now a twisted mess of metal and rust, draped over mid-stream boulders. In the light of a full moon, Gerald McGraw groped for the driver side window frame, trying to pull himself out. Broken glass glittered his hair and clothes, cutti...

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