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D Drummond

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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On The Lam

I glare at the mirror, barely recognising my own features. I’m looking at a dead man standing in an austere hospital room. ‘Be seeing you soon, Bets.’ I mutter. My voice is a thick, wet rasp, pitifully weak. Speaking feels like I’m fighting against tar trying to sink through packed gravel. ‘Real soon.’ The smile I see in the bright reflection is one of grim amusement. Sunken cheeks, hidden by an unkempt grey beard. Pallid skin concealed in the shade of a faded Jets cap. Lies of good health I desperately exclaim to the world. Pitiful and ...

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Loose

Loose The prisoner woke with a strangled cry, lungs aching to taste the ripe air as he stirred in the blackness. Something’s wrong. His first breath was a ragged wheeze. His second slower, steadier. The third a hunter’s hush, as sunken eyes darted to scan his surroundings. He saw nothing, because no light reached his gaze. Darkness was home in the Warren, but its inhabitants were all too human, craving to see something, anything. It was a great mind who had decided on locking the monsters away, leaving them with their hopeless doomed sta...

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Welcome Interruptions

Shortlisted for Contest #24 ⭐️

Welcome InterruptionsOn the thirty-third day in the deepest black Daltz woke once again to the gnawing of the navigator. His presence rummaged in her mind, as insistent as it was unsubtle. Swearing softly at the uncaring confines of her hab, she was surprised to find her eyes watering, her wince having drawn frustrated tears. A month of broken sleep and zero privacy could do that. Still drowsy, she fancied she could feel phantom fingers on the inside of her skull, mapping the contours and wrinkles of the bone.‘Itching powder for the brain.’ ...

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