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DJ Bundst

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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Mr. Gamble and Poor Caroline

DJ Bundst

Submitted to Contest #325

I bet all our money at the tracks today and lost. I can’t help it. I go to the tracks a genius, with special powers of intuition, I get high watching my horse catch up, fall behind…one moment I’m cold-sweating, beating my head, another I'm ready to conquer the world. And I leave penniless and sorrowed, head spinning, pounding. When I dream, it's always that I can move mountains and part seas with my thoughts alone. Mr. Gamble makes me believe it, at least down at the track. Sometimes I think briefly, enough’s enough, but by nightfall, it is:...

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Saying Thanks

DJ Bundst

Content Warning: this story talks about dying from cancer.I am planning to surprise my mom with a bunch of paper cranes for her birthday. thirty-nine cranes, because once again and always, she's turning thirty-nine. My dad makes problematic jokes about the growing age gap. He puts on a pouty, broad-browed baboon grin, his claim to fame in the house. My friend Jessica was supposed to help me but she bails last minute, owing to some crisis she had assured me, promised me, was not going to happen. I text her "thanks a l...

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Purple Flowers

DJ Bundst

Submitted to Contest #42

Dear Saul,This is Virdra, and these seeds (see envelope), are from Katy. She wanted you to know something, and had meant to tell you when she got out of the hospital. When she got the bad news, she decided she wanted to write you a story. I received an envelope from her with her story, and a note to me saying, "Virdra, my dying wish is that you be my editor. Polish this and send it to Saul". You know her sense of humor. Here's her story....Once upon a time there was a Mother who gave birth to a smart and pretty ...

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A Quiet Corner

DJ Bundst

Submitted to Contest #40

It was a new year at a new school. Holly didn't know any of the students here. She was afraid to look at anyone, and she hoped no one would bother her. She hid behind her messy hair. She wished that all her friends could have moved with her so that they could all go to this new school. The only thing that gave her some comfort was a little plush cartoon character attached to her backpack. She felt it swing and jingle the keyrings that connected it to her backpack zipper, guarding her belongings from robbers. On ...

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The Mystery of Lost Sleep

DJ Bundst

Submitted to Contest #37

Sleep is the most important thing in life. I learned that lesson during a turbulent and sleepless weekend last winter. I felt like a wreck. My mother took a bad turn and passed on a Friday night, the night of my concert in LA. Saturday night I'd be in blizzard-blown St. Louis with no sleep. Mother gave me a solid gold locket with a picture of us in it, and I didn't have time to put it away, so it went with me in my "crossbody satchel". The flight to St. Louis was a layover, and I got to the city at around 10 am, on n...

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Prelude

DJ Bundst

Submitted to Contest #35

Frank stormed into his room, disturbing the quiet spring evening. Tired and frustrated, tears imminent, he walked to his bed, and the sight of it caused all the heat of his spite to give way to a chill self-pity. How can that man treat me like this, he thought. He threw himself onto his bed, head first into a pillow. He shouted curses into the pillow, which quickly became warm by his face. "Talking so bluntly, like some...expert," he said, and turned himself over like a fish with the pillow still in his face. He wanted to go to the bathroom ...

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