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B. D. Bradshaw

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

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The Invisible Witness

Uncle always told me to recognise that everyone around you is a living, breathing human being with their own pasts, presents, and futures, so treat them as such. I wish he was still around so he could tell that to my employers. I, regretfully, inhabit a world in which people are fit into boxes - the upper class, and working class. And those uppers have an attitude about them in which they are the only humans worth bothering with, everyone else may as well be draft horses - useful for a purpose, until they're not. Yes, I was one of the workin...

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Cryptid

"Pabi, Pabi! I've caught one!" "Let me see..." The old hunter leaned over the trap, watching the scruffy little critter tearing circles with the skittering of claws. "Nice work, Mikii." He removed a mitten, patting his son's head with a mighty, calloused hand, ruffling the curls sticking out beneath his hood with squared fingers. As he lifted the trap out of the snow, the younger child behind him twiddled his own. "Pabi... are you going to kill it?" He tugged his scarf down to his chin. "Of course, Taloc. Every one we find that comes this cl...

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They Came From Beneath

"Baanu, have you completed preparations?" "Just a few more glyphs," she gulped, tracing the shapes into the baked sands with the point of her staff. Another few minutes, and she may have stood to sketch them by hand, as the sun neared the jagged peaks off in the far west, and the air began to cool off. Yet she didn't have a few minutes. Her arms shook, which made things even more difficult. The circle needed to be perfect. "Hurry, we are running out of daylight!" Her uncle Ishaq, who also happened to be one of Ashne's stewards, insisted on d...

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Wizards' Choice

Olunai: "What are we to say of Miss Delrose?" Ilusa: "The girl's potential within the school of Evocaturgy is undoubtedly significant. However, we must refrain from overlooking the mess hall incident of fourth grade... Pass the sugar, would you?" Erus: "Is that fair? It were ten years ago." Olunai: "Master Erus, it's our obligation to consider all facets of one's character, if we are to consider a student for the elite program. Would you care for some lemon as well, Mistress Ilusa?" Ilusa: "I will pass. And I shall have to agree with you, Me...

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Fresh Start

When the only people who came to my door were demons and assassins - that's when I knew I needed a fresh start. I've been an adventurer since I was sixteen years old. I started out like most did; I had a sword, a bow, and three spells to my name (parlour tricks compared to what I can do now). A local heroes' guild took me on - signed me onto a party of five, alongside a healer, an archer, a cutthroat, a wizard, and a brute. I was the warrior, the kind of hero that dabbles in a bit of everything, and is always ready for any quest. We did it a...

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Thousand Nights

"... From the mountain to the sea," she said - that was how far the cerulean hairgrass and silverthorn pines had grown. "And the star-marked primroses? Tell me about those!" Emilia leaned in, her expression alive with excitement. Elder Marsa chuckled, a dry yet comforting sound like scattered papers skittering across the station's sterilised floors. "They bloomed only in shadow at the beginning of Witherend. They had palmate petals and trumpeted leaves, and they smelled of clean linen. I remember going down to the brook every Twinday with El...

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Quillink

(Content warning: Some strong language) Every generation of readers have their own literary masterpiece - that one book that everybody has to read, as if their entire identity depended on it. For Stevie, it was Quillink. A month into senior year and stuck part-timing as a barista, there wasn't a day that went by where she didn't see a group of freshmen with their eyes glued to a copy of Quillink - their drinks idly sipped between chapters. She might have been tempted to read it, had it not been what everyone else was doing. If the story of h...

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Eight Rooms

Dear diary,Gosh, writing those words makes me feel like a little girl again... I should get straight to the point, I've been having trouble sleeping. I can't actually remember the last time I had a good night's rest, and I fear it's having a negative impact on the hotel. Fewer guests are staying; I'm sure they're picking up on my foul mood, and I keep forgetting those little conveniences that keep us at five stars - the complementary chocolates on the pillows, folding the towels into swans, properly restocking the mini fridges, and I always ...

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Gods Can't Quit

"And this is... what?" I gulped, clammy palms wiping down my thighs, nails scratching at my knees. "It's a... um... Letter of r-resignation..." He lay my paper on his desk, pinching his brow with a heavy sigh. "Gods can't quit. That's not how it works." He leaned back in his chair, tapping the end of a pen against his chin. "Why would you want to quit anyway? You've got millions of followers, and they all adore you." "Well... You see..." My voice snagged in my throat like driftwood caught in a net, tightening with every breath. I scowled, sh...

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The Ascension Trials

The Warden's crook clocked Ten in the head. "On your feet, Stockman."They woke from a shallow slumber, their hands still bound in energy cuffs, and their back pressed against the scalding metal of the train."Eyes up." A weary voice rasped from across the aisle. Another Candidate. In the same grey coveralls bearing the Confederacy's emblem and their hair cropped short.Steeling themselves, Ten dared catch a glimpse of the metropolis of Acarerim flashing by the vents at the top of the wall. Their heart raced. The overcity was a paradise known o...

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Of Swords and Song

The mournful winds howled across the fractured lands of the Shattered Realm. Though the terrain was known to break and reform, and the Void would shift, the wind was ceaseless, relentless, and it tore against the cloak upon Azim's back.He stood atop the crumpled remains of a spire upon the jagged edge of the Void - nought but the swirling abyss of chaos on the horizon. Below him, the remnants of a primordial city lay scattered, and gorged upon by the tendrils of corruption creeping over it.Most of the old world was gone, but Azim was of the ...

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Leukon in the In-between

Weekly Contest #295

Leukon pressed his palm flat against the cool menosite alloy of the Waygate. As he'd feared, it didn't so much as shudder in the presence of his mana."This one too, Kyon." His familiar whined softly, pressing his wet little nose into the prince's side. It seemed like every time they went into the Tunnels, another gate had shut forever. "And we were only here last month." He raised his lantern up to the edges. Like the others, it had fused to the frame. It was a great shame - he loved visiting the Whitefire Lands."Come on, let's go." He becko...

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The Green Problem

I once asked a friend, "what do you imagine when I say the word, 'countryside?'"They looked at me with a polite smile and a tilt of the head. They said, "green fields."And I frowned. They had grown up in the city, but I had been born and raised on the edge of a national park. I had also pursued ecology - the study of natural environments and their processes. Although green happened to be my favourite colour, when it came to the countryside, it didn't always mean 'good.'Green fields had been my home for as long as I could remember. The countr...

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Patient 56

Patient 56 Report:Assigned Supervisor: Dr Edric MercierSleep Study 6Summary:Patient 56 (real name Eliza Gardis), age 26 years was on the 25th November, 1967, collected from Stillwater Asylum and initiated into WoSRC's Project Nocturne, Sleep Study 6.Eliza was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and anxiety in childhood, and surrendered to Stillwater at the age of 11. Her records detail that during her last days with her birth family, she suddenly panicked, ran into traffic, and was declared missing for thirty-two hours, until she was found...

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I stand upon an ocean, and rain peels over my skin.

Weekly Contest #288

Where that from above bleeds into what is below. I stand upon an ocean, and rain peels over my skin. Caught between earth and sky. A name? Well, what's in a name? It was never mine, and it should never be mine. It was bestowed, or forced - to claim it would be to cling to a lie. Besides, what use is a name for nothing? That which I have become. That which I am. Forgotten from life and time, I walk to the edge of the sea. The weight is such a burden. To shake it off would be relief, but to lose it would leave me empty. A dark voice coils, tw...

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