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Arnold Edwards

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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Fatal Feast At Camp

Weekly Contest #362

FATAL FEAST AT CAMP “Summer job of a lifetime, my ass,” I thought. This was soul-sucking from the first minute. With sweat stinging my eyes, I hacked onions in a kitchen that felt like a furnace every single day the air went dead—a relentless, choking cycle I couldn’t escape. It was the middle of July, sticky and suffocating. My hands ached as I chopped onions again because the menu was, yet again, tossed aside by the North Shore diva. Every new menu item is her whim, every cut of my knife another hour of misery for her so-called ‘upscale’ a...

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Petey's Home Search

Weekly Contest #357

PETEY’S HOME SEARCH Petey hadn’t seen his mother in so long that sometimes he found it hard to remember her. He remembered how she would snuggle with him, kiss and hug him, and watch with pride as he played and slept. He missed that. Even though she was in the past, he still thought of her and tried his best to stay happy. But it was hard for him. It seemed such an effort for him to try to be cheerful. He liked where he lived now, but he still wished someone would come, look at him, smile, and take him home. Today was Sa...

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Petey The Pit Bull

Weekly Contest #340

PETEY THE PIT BULL Petey hadn’t seen his mother in such a long time that sometimes he found it hard to remember her. He remembered how she would snuggle with him, how she would kiss and hug him, and watch with pride as he played and slept. He missed that. Even though she was in the past, he still thought of her and tried his best to stay happy. But it was hard for him. It seemed such an effort for him to try and be cheerful. He liked where he lived now, but he still wished someone would come, look at him, smile, and take him home. Today...

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To Sell, Perchance to Live

Weekly Contest #299

To Sell, Perchance To Live I've never sold anything in my life – except a bill of goods to a professor or two at SIU – but with the tsunami Donald J. threw at our economy, well, a job was a job. I had to give up my pursuit of writing that All-American novel when my bank account went on life support just before climbing out on some random ledge. Now, my new venture into the world of 'making a living' was strictly commission, which was one very good reason not to take it, but I was desperate for work, and selling jewelry in one of Chicago's mo...

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Shoulda' Had the S'mores

SHOULDA HAD THE S’MORES "Summer gig of a lifetime, my ass," was the first thought that scooted through my mind. It was utter bullshit from the start. Chopping onions in a kitchen where the air conditioning went out daily was one of the many problems. My ex, Carter, got me this so-called summer job. He said it would pay well and give me the experience I was seeking as a new culinary school graduate. I was at the top of the class, but I had my sights set even higher than this. Yes, my ex got me here, but as it turned out, he wasn't ex enough. ...

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Bass Reeves: Judgement Day

Weekly Contest #204

BASS REEVES The setting sun dappled the land in a golden haze. Three horsemen plodded up a small incline into a stand of Cottonwoods and Scrub Oak. On the other side of this wooded island, a vast expanse of land stretched out before them, waist high buffalo grass swayed like ocean waves between them and to the next island of shrubbery and trees. The lead rider, Charles Running Dog, pulled his tall gelding to a halt, the others two riders did the same. As a full-blooded Cherokee, The United States Marshals hired Charles as a ...

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Jumpin' For Joy

Weekly Contest #188

JUMPIN' FOR JOY "So? What's the catch?" It was a simple enough question, or at least I foolishly thought so. But the question was directed at two classical morons, who perceived nothing past their won privileged needs and wants. My bad. So here I am, lounging on a vast field in Southern Illinois, waiting for the foolishness I signed up for. Again, my wrong. The sun desperately attempted to squeeze through a thick layer of threatening clouds and succeeded to the extent that the sky was kissing the horizon in the distance. Thirty of us wer...

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Reunion

Weekly Contest #54

REUNION I have been looking in the mirror for over a month now and nothing changed. Somewhere inside my body lurked the hundred eighteen-pound high school senior of fifteen years ago; volleyball, cheerleading, drama, softball, and best smile. I needed to find that girl before my class reunion this Saturday. But this mirror wasn’t very kind and concealed everything except the truth. “Damn, Taylor!” Where are you?” I asked myself every day. Salads, water, yogurt, veggies, and fruit, not to mention workouts at the health ...

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Come Full Circle

Weekly Contest #51

COME FULL CIRCLE Jackson Snell lived for his morning coffee, his routine, his ritual if you will. Growing up on a truck farm with his parents and younger brother and sisters in rural Alabama, is where he cultivated this penchant for morning coffee. It traveled with to Chicago, some forty years ago. At sixty-seven years of age it stayed with him. This daily routine fortified his resolve that his decision to accept a transfer forty years ago as the right one. Now he lived in East Lake View, not a swanky neighborhood, bu...

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