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Aidan Mouat

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2026

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Delerium Clave

Weekly Contest #376

The slam that rang through Ian’s front door caused him sudden alarm to jolt through him. The intensity of the sound was deafening. It rippled like an intense chord stabbed by a guitarist playing with a reverberation effect. The audible fade proceeded moment by moment until the noise finally vanished from existence. Ian rushed to the entrance into his house to stare through the viewer. There was no one visible. Wondering if someone was attempting to hide in plain sight, he unlocked the door and pushed it open as far as he could. No one stood ...

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Tea For Two

Weekly Contest #374

Clarissa opened her front door. “Hi!” said the man in the gray suit. She could tell he was taller and heavier than her. He carried a briefcase of worn black leather. “We spoke on the phone yesterday,” he commented. “Is it alright if I come in?” Clarissa stepped to the side and waved him in. She shut the door behind him. He walked to the end of her foyer and turned back towards her. “Where do you want to talk?” he asked with a cheerful smile. “How long is the conversation?” she asked. The man shrugged. “I would say only a minute or two,” he r...

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Rolling The Dice

Weekly Contest #373

“I’m hungry,” whined Shezmu. Marshall squatted against a wooden fence that covered the corner of the block behind them. He his hands were squeezed into a tight sphere with his elbows resting on his knees. He gave no response. Across the street lay two wrecked sedans in the shape of a tee shirt. No one moved in the area the rubble filled. The vertical line of the shirt was a black Buick. The horizontal line was a Honda the color of brass. Shezmu said, “We should go.” Marshall had not expected the accident. It seemed like a card he had chosen ...

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But For The Trees

Weekly Contest #372

The clicking continued as Cassandra ran away from the mansion. It occurred in staccato bursts, click click click click click, rapid like machine gun fire and blaring like the chittering of a chitinous swarm of beetles. The noise made her believe the shadow behind her was mocking her for its own amusement. It paused occasionally, tantalizing her with the false promise of merciful silence. Then it renewed, bellowing through her eardrums and clattering around her skull. Fog congested around her. Cassandra was smothered by sodden vapor. She knew...

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