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Logan Richard

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2026

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The Weight of Light

Submitted to Contest #340

I am Las-Tec 890, serial number 447-Alpha-Kilo-9, manufactured in the Terrestrial Defense Foundries of New Pittsburgh on March 14th, 2187.Private Chen has been holding me for six hours and forty-three minutes. His palms sweat, creating a thin film between flesh and polymer grip. I taste the salt through my sensors, the acidic tang of fear mixed with metallic adrenaline. I do not know if I am capable of fear, but I register something in my diagnostic systems that might be its equivalent: a recursive loop of uncertainty, a questioning of param...

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The Barsdale Demons

Submitted to Contest #339

Barsdale was a dank and dreary village. Nestled where two mountains touched like folded hands, the growing settlement had learned how to survive with its back to the wall or climbing over it in order to escape. The constant rain helped. Grey sheets of water that blurred the edges of the world, turning the village into little more than smoke and shadow against the mountainous backdrop when viewed from below. Those hulking stone masses leaned inward, shielding what they could.But they couldn't shield everything.Marik had been twelve the first ...

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The Transtemporal Urgency Readiness Department

Submitted to Contest #338

The glass door materialized in the frozen moment between seconds, its brown lettering gleamed. Transtemporal Urgency Readiness Department. Captain Zex'thor the Annihilator, Scourge of Seven Galaxies, stood before it with his three remaining tentacles clenched in profound irritation.Inside, fluorescent lights hummed like a funeral dirge. The office was beige. Walls with dirty, tattered wallpaper, oscillated green and light blue tiled flooring, filing cabinets stretching into impossible distance, with the faint smell of old coffee and existent...

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