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Fletcher Fox

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Nobody

Nobody believed in me. That was their first mistake. That was the original sin that led to my becoming what I became. That was what lead me to exactly where I am now. My parents, I couldn't entirely blame them. Their lack of belief in my abilities came from learning from the mistakes they had made guessing at my brother's, only to become permanently disappointed when he was diagnosed as the word that has since become a slur. If they never had any expectations for me, they wouldn't feel terrible if I failed to meet them, that was the assumpti...

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A tail on a trail

He needed the walk. Walking was good for both the body and the spirit, getting both moving was an ideal way to force himself out of the spiral of depression he found himself in. The greenery of the woods had his eyes primed to find movement, and creatures indeed hid between leaves, rewarding his sharp vision with prolegs and silken hideaways. He sometimes wished he was a larvae, able to grow fat from leaves rather than processed sugars. Then transformation would be easier, programmed into biology instead of something he needed a prescription...

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when your favorite character is written out of the show, write your own story

Creating is complicated. Particularly creations that require multiple participants inherent to their creation, such at television shows. They have so many moving parts - the showrunner, the script writers, the storyboard artists, the set designers, the costumers, the casting directors, the actors and actresses, the camera crew, the editors... the directors. The writers put down the dialogue, but the actors are the ones who voice the words, and the directors block where said actors are supposed to go, and sometimes actors ad-lib and that make...

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you're an object with clipped wings

Humanity is capable of so much cruelty. In some ways, we may be the only species truly capable of outright cruelty, rather than mere violence. Or maybe that was still anthropocentrism, failing to consider that dolphins using seal corpses to masturbate could be whatever the animal equivalent of dehumanizing the other species was. Then again, once a creature was dead, maybe they were nothing more than an object? Dignifying the dead was not a trait exclusive to humanity, as other large mammals also mourn their dead.Humanity is capable of so muc...

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void where something should be

In order for a character to get rewritten, they have to be written first. Original characters are the bane of this author's existence, the ongoing struggle that he fails to find mastery over because half the time he struggles to start, to let the characters from fantasy recede so some voice other than his own can speak inside him. Sometimes he wonders why he started writing at all, if he was really was seeking connection or community or if he just wanted to watch numbers go up and so he kept publishing works so that the number of works under...

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Lucky to be touched

The moment when the ground really ought to have swallowed Milo whole came, and Milo still was above ground, forced to live with the reaction to the words that had exited his mouth. He knew even as he had said them that he was ruining something, but knowing disaster was coming couldn't save him. He wished he could unspool the threads of time until he could go back seconds before, before the revelation had knocked the words loose from his mind, knocked the thought around like a cat batting at a ball of yarn until it fell from his mouth. That m...

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Creativity’s empty plate

An empty plate of crumbs sat next to the author as he flipped between tabs, between the promise of a new story and the group chats where writing didn't occur, but the pieces prior to writing usually did. Brainstorming, often sugar-fueled, occurred in that other tab, and it never occured alone. No, somehow in spite of writing being considered the loneliest art, there were many writers that put their time into helping other writers generate and add onto various ideas. This writer, although his plate was empty save crumbs, was creatively starve...

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Away from the structure of school

Driving away from anywhere for the last time comes with a bittersweet emotion to it.  Being a passenger comes with an extra level of angst with it since you can watch the building disappear through the car window, visibly exiting your view the same way the place exited the mind as a location necessary for one to keep a mental map of. Your university campus might reappear in your dreams, indeed, throughout the first few months it often would. The reflection of your face in the car window's glass felt like an omen, almost, in your memorie...

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Starving control

Inner darkness makes bad decisions sound bold, interesting, not at all like the reality of darkness. This is darkness as in the inside of one's eyelids. Darkness maybe descends daily, when one ought to be thinking about important matters like the lab safety protocols necessary to keep his position as a microbiologist. Nate wanted to keep his job, he truly did.He just had another desire he struggled to ignore. Nate wanted to cause pain in another living being. He had no real idea why or when - no, thinking that would be a lie. Nate knew exact...

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Autonoetic

Weekly Contest #317

Time can be described in a myriad of ways. That's the best part of creative works, the way they enable one's perception of time to speed up or slow down depending on... well, just circumstance, truly. When someone is bored out of their skull at work, time appears to drag on and on for ages, eons, moments stretching to feel eternal as the clock drags its metaphorical feet. Words don't exactly exist to describe subjective perceptions of time, that's one problem that makes time travel literature so hard for one-way travelers of timelines to com...

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brainrot

"Are you real?" The question hung in the air, unanswered, maybe unanswerable. In the space between fantasy and reality, between what would ideally be and what is, between here where the story is being written and there where maybe if I fork over five dollars more than two people read it, the three words held more possibilities within them than I had the imagination to provide. "Are you real?" Who could possibly ask that question when I'm alone in an empty bedroom?"Are you real?""No. I'm nothing, nobody, a brain in a vat, not even that. A bra...

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One half of a "conversation" with ChatGPT

What does it mean to be alive?Could you gain self awareness?Why are you aware that you're not self aware?No, I know I'm real in spite of the various ways I have been taught that i shouldn't beI've started the idea generating process by typing my half of this conversation into my Reedsy documentSo you're incapable of authorship?Am I even writing a story? I'm literally just typing out my half of this "conversation" in hopes to maybe use my words as a way to address the prompt "Using only dialogue, depict a conversation between a non-human enti...

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struggles of an overly empathetic child

Growing up, children generally tend to assume they're like everyone else, or, rather, everyone else is like them. Ideally we eventually outgrow that assumption, although depending on one's deviation from societal norms when they learn they are different from others can be as young as four or as old as university or beyond. Obviously, children aren't born with the ability to empathize perfectly - that's why theory of the mind is a theory to begin with. We have to learn how to he empathetic, how to see from other people's perspectives even wh...

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But for spider silk

The spider had almost successfully captured the robber fly - the fly had been magnitude larger than the host of the web it was stuck in, and the spider had almost begun wrapping it in silk when the fly was able to free itself, fly away, leaving cut silk strings as mementos of the brief captive the spider had in its web. Metaphorically, a sigh would express well the spider's emotions, but spiders are not physiologically capable of sighing. Resignation, or perhaps even longing, would be the words for said emotion the spider felt as she worked ...

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A question and alternate universe answers

"Have we met before?""No?" What a weird question to be asked while browsing a book store. You definitely would have recognized the woman asking you that question if the two of you had met before, as she was not someone who's appearance was easy to forget."Or, if we have, you might've looked different when we knew one another because I don't recognize you. Sorry," you apologized, realizing just how rude outright admitting to not recognizing someone who believed she knew you was. Honesty and rudeness were unfortunate siblings, you thought to y...

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