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DC Farley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2025

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Trudy

DC Farley

Submitted to Contest #335

I am not supposed to be awake yet.That’s what I think first, before I understand anything else. My eyes are open, but the room feels wrong—too still, like someone paused it mid-breath. The ceiling fan isn’t moving. The light coming through the window doesn’t shift when I blink. Dust hangs in the air like it forgot how to fall.I try to sit up.Nothing happens.Not pain. Not resistance. Just… nothing. Like my body missed a memo.I laugh a little, because that’s what you do when something doesn’t make sense and you’re trying to be normal about it....

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Sideways Gift

DC Farley

Submitted to Contest #334

Once Upon a Time...in a town that had never seen snow...well... at least that was the thing the real estate brochures leaned on—four hundred days of sun a year, temperate coastal breezes, winter evenings that smelled like citrus instead of rot. The wealthy loved it because it promised continuity. No seasons snapping at their heels. No reminders that time moved forward whether you wanted it to or not.They called it Clearwater Reach, though it was neither clear nor reachable anymore. Once a fishing town, then a tech haven, now a hedge-fund...

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What's Driving Draven?

DC Farley

Submitted to Contest #322

Rick Draven sat hunched at his desk, shoulders locked in the familiar knot of submission. The screen in front of him shimmered with cascading data sets, endless prompts that required only his supervision. It was all a formality, really. The machine didn’t need him anymore. It just needed his confirmation, his flesh-and-blood signature that kept the corporate lawyers comfortable. His once accomplishing job transitioned and boiled down to training the artificial intelligence that would eventually absorb his role completely. Yet, here he was, f...

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An Adventure With POT-MAN

DC Farley

Submitted to Contest #311

"You know," Kevin mused, swirling the amber liquid, "I once invented a concrete-pouring suit. I believed it could have revolutionized the construction industry." Wayne looks up, momentarily distracted from his woes. "A concrete-pouring suit? You mean like…a wearable cement mixer?" Kevin grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Precisely! Though the whole 'constant refilling' aspect proved…problematic. It was less 'revolution' and more 'concrete-covered disaster'." He pauses, a lightbulb seemingly flickering above his head. "But… for potho...

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Green Light Island

DC Farley

The tiki bar, a ludicrously ornate structure of carved wood and glowing amber lights, set in the center of a circular enclosure. Metal gates, spaced evenly, formed a perimeter, separates a small group of people celebrating around the bar from other, similar groups are scattered across the island. Beyond the gates, indistinct shapes move; occasional glimpses of other faces, shadowed and distant, visible through the gaps in the metalwork. The air hangs thick with the scent of rum and something else, something subtly metallic and unsettling. On...

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Jenny

DC Farley

Submitted to Contest #309

The air in Haight-Ashbury vibrated with a thousand conversations, a symphony of strummed guitars, and the scent of patchouli and freedom. Jenny McCormick, her long, dirty blonde hair catching the afternoon sun, leaned against a weathered storefront, sketching in her notebook. Suddenly, a young man with eyes the color of a summer sky and a mop of unruly dark hair bumped into her, scattering her charcoal pencils. "Whoa, sorry!" he exclaimed, a grin splitting his face. "Heath's the name." "Jenny," she replied, laughing at the slight chaos. He h...

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It Was All Just A Dream

DC Farley

Submitted to Contest #308

Ellen awoke gasping, sweat clinging to her skin. The familiar nightmare had returned. She had been swimming, the turquoise water deceptively calm. Then, a shadow. The Great White Shark, a monstrous silhouette, appeared beneath the surface. Torn, lifeless bodies floated nearby, a grim testament to its previous hunts. Panic seized her. The shark's attack was swift, brutal. She felt the crushing pressure, the searing pain. Water filled her lungs. Darkness threatened. Then, impossibly, the clouds above parted, revealing a column of blinding ...

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