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D.C. Reed

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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Submitted to Contest #158

The following is part of the official transcript of the People v.s. William Devin Jones. Outside of offending passages, this is how it was transmitted via social media on the day of the trial in accordance to all laws including ADMT 1.6 of the First Amendment which states: To protect the honor and sanctity of truth, debate, and speech, all communications, digital or otherwise, must be communicated in 280 characters or less. Language usage outside these bounds is the responsibility of the creator and subject to prosecution.  “All Ris...

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The Other Side of Civil

Submitted to Contest #153

I would say it started when we were young. Brothers. Destined to fight over anything. To compete over everything. But now, now brotherly conflict seems silly. As I sit here, hiding behind a building, as bullets whizz around me. Brother against brother, wondering how we got here.  Raised on the land. That’s what my dad had always called it. Raised in the great outdoors. The farm. The life. We shot together. Ran together. Fought and squabbled together. It is what brothers do. It is what we did.  There was always something to comp...

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Choiceless

You don’t rob a bank every day, but it is always special. The rush of adrenaline. The taste of fear and anticipation, from the patrons and yourself. Everyone wonders the same few things: What’s about to happen? Will help come? Will I make it out of here alive? Those were the questions Samantha asked herself every time her family started one of these.  “Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and Girl. Children of all ages. Please stay calm and keep your hands interlocked on the back of your head. Failure to do so…” Shinny shoots off into the roof....

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Rest

Submitted to Contest #149

There were no two ways about it. This situation was the worst thing that could have happened. Fired from the tour, gear stolen, and with less than two dollars to her name.  “I should have got the bus ticket… Went home.” That was all Victoria Ash could think to herself. With the benefit of hindsight, that course was obvious. After she was unceremoniously tossed from the band she founded, Victoria should have just gone home. Bought the bus ticket, went home to Omaha, and regrouped.  Instead, she spent two days fighting to ge...

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