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Bryce Dana

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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The Wiltshire Discovery

Bryce Dana

Submitted to Contest #307

Henry rode his mare through his family’s estate, the lynchets he had known since he was old enough to be walked down to the cherry tree stream by his late mother, and of which he knew every growing kidney vetch and cowslip that graced the tight-mown grasses, but which harbored a monstrous curiosity he had never before seen.Worthmund was the name of his mare; a strong beast who impressed the most judicious onlookers with her proportions and statuesque physique— strong enough to best an ox in its prime, but with the stately grace of Arabian sh...

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Sunset Tobacco on the Nuestra Señora de la Concepción

Bryce Dana

Submitted to Contest #289

He took a long draw from the cigar, the embers writhing at the end with each sunset glow. “Say mijo, how would you describe the smell of tobacco, mm?”“What? The smell of tobacco?” The shifting atop the deck made the ropes squeal under the weight of so many barrels.“How would you put the smell in words?”“What do you need words for?”“No need. What if I want to write a book, mm?”“A book about tobacco?”“Mm.. something else, maybe.”“You’ll write no book about anything.”“Why not? Why can I no write a book?”“You’ll write no damn book.”Putting his w...

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Tea with Pema

Bryce Dana

Submitted to Contest #287

Fingers numb with the chill, Tsering lifted the bowl of bödja to his lips and let the silky broth wash through.The next moments were lost in warm ecstasy.It was his first cup of the day. Not every first cup was this satisfying, but when it was, it was an inebriation.He filled the cup once more from the dented metal thermos with its flaked green enamel and battered plastic stopper, then stood from his seat on the flat wooden sofa with one worn cushion and stepped to the open window.The house was set high on a cliffside, far from the village i...

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