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Strange Sanctuary
He awoke to the sound of tapping on his window. Not the intermittent scraping of a tree branch or airborne debris from a stiff gust of wind. It was a steady, almost rhythmic, noise. The kind of noise that he knew was going to start his day off on the wrong foot.He was certain of it when the sound of his name followed the tapping. "Mac!" He kept his eyes shut, still awake but making a pointed effort to stay still. Maybe the problem would go away if he kept pretending to sleep. The tapping only sped up, holding a rhythm but a more urgent one.Tap tap tap! "Mac!" Tap tap tap! "Maaac!" Keeping his ...
Pinot Noir and a Lonely Boudoir
A few words!Hi there and welcome back to my channel! Just kidding. But honestly, I'm so glad you're here, reading this story. A word of caution: this story is mildly sexual in nature. If you read my last piece, well...this one is absolutely nothing like it, which is what I enjoy so far about Reedsy Prompts. I'm able to tell all of these different, unique stories. It's pretty rad.Like the contest and prompt would suggest, this story is about a pandemic. What I encourage you to do, dear reader, is remove COVID-19 from your mind as you read this story. While the viral pandemic in my story hits cl...
Gaya
I stood at the door, as a wolf crept towards me. It stared at me, as if sizing me up. It barked and the sound echoed in my head, "Who are you?" I tilted my head, scared of the weird event. Just then my father walked up behind me. I looked up into his smiling eyes, and back at the wolf, but it was gone. Dad and I walked back inside and settled for breakfast. I poured some milk over my cereal and dropped a question before my dad, "Dad can people hear animals?" I chomped on my cereal, as I waited to hear his reply. "Yeah, we do hear twww.onedoor.cchem bark and growl and of recent the incessant howls that go on...
Better
“That’s the thing ‘bout this city, everyone thinks issa land of opportunity, gold, ‘n riches. They listen to the stories and eat up the lies. They think whatever they gonna find here will make their life better. Then they arrive and all they wanna do is leave. Talk ‘bout leavin’, plan on leavin’, save up supplies for leavin’. But, that’s the thing about this city. No one leaves. Ever.” A loud, wet burp followed the proclamation and Arnen looked up at the sailor - more likely pirate - as he spoke to her. His neck was shadowed with coarse hair and his breath wafted down to her thick with the sic...