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Jason Richards

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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The Captain.

Weekly Contest #287

During the day, I would try and sleep, but the heat made it almost impossible. We worked at night, when the air was cool. We found nothing, but the Captain was determined to find this secret fishing area, a place he had heard about one drunken night at the Whispering Sea Horse. It was an old 1950's fishing boat. Huge nets hung from both sides. In the Hull was the quarters. Two hammocks hung low on opposite ends of the grey metal walls. A circular window was next to my hammock, on the opposite wall hung a circular mirror. An old red wood...

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A Quantum Prison

Weekly Contest #286

Thomas turned off the motorbike. The engine ticked like a metronome as it cooled. The strong smell of coffee caught in the breeze, delivered straight to his nose. He looked across to his right. Out front sat a gaunt thin man with thick black glasses and short black hair. Thomas looked in his mirrors to see if he was being followed, climbed off and stepped over the road towards the café, towards the man sitting."Do you think its safe out here?" asked Thomas."Yeah you're right. Let's head inside," said the thin man.They sat, facing the entranc...

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The Fear of Being is Greater Than the Fear of Death.

Weekly Contest #285

They say exchanging money for the precious asset of time lubricates the gears of capitalism. I have nothing more to exchange, nothing to take. My time is my own, it is not for sale. Society has no room for a person who does not want to trade their time for paper. I spend my time wisely. I catch fish, forage for fruits and harvest potatoes, truffles and mushrooms. I read books and look at the stars. The ocean sings to me, the warm breeze bring scents from flowers and trees.My sister Sara is four years older and visits me once a month in a lar...

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