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Hudson Carhart

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2025

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The Smoke

Submitted to Contest #339

The fire cracked, spitting embers into the night. Garrett watched them rise and die, red stars that lived for a breath and nothing more.“You hear me, Garrett?”He blinked. Rodyn was staring at him from across the flames, gap-toothed grin splitting his scarred face.“I said, you ever seen a man take an axe to the spine and keep fighting?”Garrett took a pull from his waterskin. “Once. Berserker in the Northern Campaigns. Took three more cuts before he knew he was dead.”The others laughed. Six of them left now, after the ambush two days past. Kel...

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The Avignon Palimpsest: The Testament of Brother Aldric, Anno Domini 1348

Submitted to Contest #338

As discovered in the Papal Library at Avignon, transcribed from the margin notes of a palimpsest, whereunto this poor scholar’s confession was inscribed in letters so small as to escape notice for six hundred and seventy-eight years. 3rd of September, 1348I have been a faithful servant of Our Lord for thirty-two years, and in that span I have touched the sacred word made manifest in vellum and ink some four thousand times. I have scraped clean the profane, that the divine might be written atop it. I have illuminated the margins with such dev...

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The Weight of Silver

Shortlisted for Contest #336 ⭐️

The rain hadn’t stopped for three days, and Keld reckoned it never would. The gods were pissing on Vareland again, same as they’d been pissing on it since the Empress decided this stretch of mud mattered enough to die for. He sat in Commander Marrick’s tent and watched the officer drink. The ropes creaked with the wind. One stake had pulled half-free and left the canvas sagging. Nobody had bothered fixing it. When your boots were full of water and your rations were moldy hardtack, tent maintenance wasn’t a priority. “Duty,” Marrick said, the...

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