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G. W. Cunning

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

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Oh Snap!

Weekly Contest #374

Sitting there in the exquisitely ornamental frame with the little kickstand, occupying its space on the small walnut desk, glinting in a late afternoon shaft of sunlight, under a starburst of dust mites returning from orbit, was a photo. There was golden magic in that frozen moment, captured forever in gelatin silver, her with the infectious smile and a knowing look in her eyes, him with a roguish grin, both bemused and besotted with devotion, their chemistry palpable even after 75 years. I picked it up and inspected the fillegree’d metal an...

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Wins and Losses

Weekly Contest #155

As the sun set lower in the sky he adjusted the brim of his ballcap against it. The brim already soaked through with sweat, even though the game was barely half over. The day had been hot, and tiring, and the lasting heat was magnified by the sea of asphalt that surrounded the ballfield. The parks and diamonds and courts at the north end of town wouldn't have this issue. There are tall elms, oaks and pines, and expanses of grass, in lieu of the heat reservoirs of the pavement. There would be a working water fountain as well and the dugout wa...

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Soufre Metamorphica

Weekly Contest #149

It was after noon when the malaise set in. Perhaps it was just the first bites of lunch finally offsetting the morning's caffeine that triggered it or maybe it was just gonna be another one of those days. She could smell the faint odor of sulfur, and knew it was imminent, the associated wretch, and the coughing fit. A quick search revealed that she had forgotten to bring her inhaler this morning in an abnormal rush to get out the door. She ceased the rummaging through her purse with a sigh and mentally prepared herself. After the fit had su...

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The Tribe of Noise

Sitting alone in this cacophony is sweet sanctuary. For our minds and for our voice. It is deafening for our ears and we can feel it in our bones. We become one with the music, and it lifts us to the rafters. No choice but to shift our existence to accommodate it. We find we need to exaggerate all our movements in search of more primal means of communication. Our smiles larger, our grimaces firmer. High fives and hand gestures transmit the content of one’s mood and thoughts. When the music starts, we are all just sitting alone here. ...

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