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Alex Stone

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Going

Because of the distance from town, because of the cold scraping wind, because of  the loneliness – his and mine – instinctively I slow down when I see the hitchhiker. Maybe it's because he appears so un-anchored, so unlike all other hitchhikers I've seen (and been). He is out there, standing alone, the only vertical punctuation for miles around. Usually a roadside person is attached in some way, with some innate yearning for guy rope of any nature, to some other motionless feature - be it a slow-down curve of the road, a layby, ...

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Thirteen

Submitted to Contest #79

Thirteen The entire world knows me. Recognises me. And yet I remain anonymously un-loved. This is because I am possessed of a voice, you see, that has made me my fortune. And yet, contributed nothing to my happiness. Of course, you know who I am - or at least, what I sound like. My unique voice, noted for its neutrality and blandness (and perfect diction, I might add), has been rented out to messaging systems the world over. Mostly the English-speaking world, but now I am branching out into other new markets. I am frantically busy, b...

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Four

Submitted to Contest #67

Four By Alex Stone (Scout) I n the dying days of our second war of freedom, when that freedom was all but lost, assuredly; and on the eve of one last futile set-piece battle, the wife of our dark general set off alone to confer with the English. She was to regain some last scrap of dignity for our people, and for her husband. Well not quite alone. She had an agterruiter, a retainer, a riding companion – as a wife of a general must. Only her escort, in these forlorn times was — had to be, we were so short of steadfast men...

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Credit

Submitted to Contest #60

I am jesus of the credit cards. This is what I do: I give away money – or at least I try to. I give away credit cards to those I deem worthy. I find these people on my daily strolls through the city, this sad city, the first in our previously overconfident world to begin being abandoned. A city that will become deserted soon. Dire predictions. So I figure a wee spending spree is in order. A final fling of irresponsibility. The cards are Visa Gold cards with a $150,000 limit. They are fresh and new and viable. True story! All my reci...

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