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Ben Heard

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023

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The Crossroad

Ben Heard

Submitted to Contest #279

I went to the crossroad, and I fell down on my knees. Lord. Mercy. Please. End this. It was the only thing left to do. This patch of dirty asphalt was the only clear thing left in my rotting brain. If I had any hope left, it was here. Where it started. I had only been here once before. Why would I have needed to come back? I had got what I wanted. The deal had seemed a good one. I should’ve known it was too good to be true. If only I’d known. “Would that have changed anything?” I opened my eye, a slow process by now. Once my lids had schlick...

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A witch's guide to magic in a hurry

Ben Heard

Shortlisted for Contest #275 ⭐️

I checked my phone again.  12:13.  Shit.   I was twenty minutes away from home, twenty-five if I was being realistic. Not good. I was going to run out of time.   For fuck’s sake.   The twitch in my right eye that had been bugging me all day was constant now, locking me in a permanent squint. Even worse, my stomach was starting to gurgle, and I could feel myself starting to bloat.   I had spent the last thirty-six hours at Izzy’s because her ‘boyfriend’, Dan, had told her that he couldn’t see her that weeken...

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The Crossing

Ben Heard

Submitted to Contest #272

Every year as the leaves begin to fall and the earth starts to settle down for the quiet seasons the border between worlds grows thin. It’s never very thick in the first place. The corporeal world and the land of spirits, ghosts, and all things supernatural have a way of bleeding into one another. Even when the metaphysical ‘dam’ is at its tightest, so to speak, things have a habit of slipping through. But as harvest ends and winter begins the flood gates open. The spirits of nature and of the departed can cross over and walk amongst those t...

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