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M B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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Hoofprints in the Dust

M B

Submitted to Contest #204

(Warning: Contains a brief use of a racial slur used by a badguy) Alec was in pain.  His side throbbed from where he’d been slashed and his thigh was on fire from his fresh gunshot wound. He groaned and strained against the ropes binding his wrists to the post. He was sitting with his legs straight out in front of him. “You think you’re in pain now?” One of the men guarding him asked. “Just you wait, boy.” Alec scowled at him. “Don’t call me boy. Only those I actually respect get to call me that.” The man stalked closer to him...

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A Clock, A Thief, and a Dragon

M B

Submitted to Contest #203

Farah the ferret thief scampered down the alleyway, the shouts of her pursuers echoing behind her.  Even the best have to run for it on occasion, she thought, consoling herself.  The rain was falling in sheets as she ran, soaking through her cloak, leathers, and down into her fur.    “She went this way!” a coyote shouted.  “Ugh, these idiots are annoyingly persistent,” Farah grumbled with flattened ears. The nimble ferret kept running, cloak flapping behind her. She briefly paused as she came upon a pa...

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The Rat and the Reptiloid

M B

Submitted to Contest #202

Skreet threw open the door of his ramshackle room above a rarely-visited fruit and vegetable shop on the edge of Vulane. The rent for the place was ridiculous, but it gave him more privacy than he had had staying in the inns and taverns, and privacy was a premium: An especially useful feature for a room to have when sneaking in large reptiles. “Mind your head, and - uh - horns,” the rat said as he led the reptile in.Draknor looked around and grunted. “Hurr, you live here?”Skreet’s tail twitched. “I rent it out currently. I’ve lived...

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Disjointed Melody

M B

Submitted to Contest #199

The large reptiloid pulled the cloak he had found around himself. It was a bit of providence that he had found a cloak big enough to wrap himself up in among all these mammals. The rain was coming down in sheets, as it usually did in Vulane, and if he didn’t stay warm he would die very quickly.  It was providence that he had escaped from the fighting pits too: he and the black bear he had been fighting crashed through a wall into a clock shop with a startled raccoon within. He’d taken the opportunity and ran into the night.  Be...

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Dark Lash

M B

Submitted to Contest #198

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do,” Principle Rania declared serenely.The elf woman gazed at Yvette from behind her desk. Like most elves she hardly looked her age, with long, dark, pinned-back hair and luscious pale skin. ...Not bad for someone over six hundred.Yvette looked crestfallen. “But Ms. Rania, I never meant to displace the school champion! I don’t even want to be the magic champion.”Rania sighed. “It’s far too late for that now Yvette. You fought him and defeated him, thus he was shown to be unworthy. Whether you want it or not...

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Breach

M B

Submitted to Contest #196

Location:  G.E.A.R. (General Enhancements and Advanced Research) in Reach City. Date:  Present Day. Jordan Davies, the only hyena beastial at GEAR, typed the commands into the computer console and twitched his ears as he made some adjustments. He was all alone in the quiet laboratory, which was usually brimming with activity.   “That should do it,” Jordan said to himself running claws through his fur, he was exhausted. “One less project to worry about,” he murmured to himself. “I swear I have a hand in every single ...

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Over The Winds

M B

Submitted to Contest #195

“Is this your sidekick?” the scruffy human ship pilot asked. The statement annoyed Ben and he retorted angrily.  “I am not her sidekick!” To the young man’s chagrin the pilot ignored him and addressed Red, his mind already made up. Red was a red-furred Daedalian female, usually clad in a tank top and shorts, with a khaki safari style coat draped over her shoulders. Her canine ears twitched as she spoke with the pilot. Her authoritative tone echoed from her muzzle as she laid out in no uncertain terms just how perilous the job woul...

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The Lost Memento

M B

Submitted to Contest #192

Queen Rejita, the newly-crowned ruler of Daedalia, strode through one of the halls of the palace. She was in the traditional garb of her people: a green sari-and-skirt combination, with her furred stomach bare except for a gold belly chain encircling her. Brilliant red fur gleamed in the light of the palace. Her long pointed canine ears seemed to constantly twitch, her tail swished behind her.  Visiting humans often compared Daedalians to jackals. Indeed they did resemble the Earth animal, but Daedalians didn’t care much for that comp...

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Caretakers

M B

Submitted to Contest #191

The female vulpine looked out over the vast expanse of trees from her mountaintop perch.  Found guilty on about eight thousand counts of financial fraud, coercion, and a half-dozen other crimes that the Council could pin her on, at least...  ...A seventeen-thousand-year sentence. Ironic that what had once held someone else for a time was now being used to hold her.  The Cat’s Paw was no ordinary ship: A nature preserve flying through space.  A giant greenhouse and wildlife sanctuary. For the vixen it was to be h...

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Vanished into the rain

M B

Submitted to Contest #190

New York City is a giant place, and even a lifer like me can still find somewhere that they’ve never been to.  A divebar tucked away among more established businesses was a dime a dozen: a place to go to meet people who were hard to meet, although I usually insist they meet me at my office.  I hoped the food was good, I was craving burger sliders.    Introductions are in order I suppose. The name’s Snickertooth - Skreet Snickertooth. I’m a private eye.  ...Also a rat if you really must know.  I ha...

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The Ferret and the Three Keys

M B

Submitted to Contest #188

“So what’s the catch?” the gray furred ferret asked, her arms folded over her leather-clad bosom. Her muzzle was turned up in a smirk as she challenged the male coyote. The ferret leaned against the wall of the cellar the impromptu meeting was being held in. A few lanterns hanging from the wall were all the illumination they were provided with.  The coyote’s ears twitched as he grinned a toothy grin. “The catch, my dear Farah, is quite simply the fact that the bank is only the second most secured facility in our kingdom. No one has ...

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Story Tapestry

M B

Submitted to Contest #186

Warning. Life support systems failing. Station integrity at 50%.  That was the warning Lt. Kairi Faas of the 5th Star Patrol heard repeatedly. The blue-skinned girl drew her raygun and fiddled with the settings, effectively turning her weapon into a cutting torch as she started to cut through the jammed metal door.  “Lt. Faas to Endurance,” she said over her comm on her shoulder. “I’m almost through. Sensing a lot of fear this way. Request permission to proceed?”  “Endurance here,” a voice replied. “Delta team is enroute...

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The Dragon Who Would Be Queen

M B

Submitted to Contest #185

Ina stretched out her wings in her cavern, admiring the hoard she had collected over the years. Her blue scaled shimmered on the rocks as she yawned her great maw. The silly mammals of the kingdom had grown wise and paid her tribute regularly now. Golden coins, gems of the finest quality, gold bars, and jewelry, arms and armor, and the bones of livestock sacrificed to her decorated her spacious cavern.  At the beginning they had tried to fight. The paladins, monster hunters, adventurers, and soldiers had attacked her regularly and Ina...

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Strange Encounters

M B

Submitted to Contest #184

Abbey’s brown eyes were growing heavy with sleep during her pre-bedtime reading: It was an admittedly trashy romance novel with supernatural themes, but she didn’t care - no one was around to judge her.  The caramel-skinned girl was safe in her bed in the loft above her coffee shop. She had considered living in the place she worked a stroke of genius, she owned the building after all. Why pay rent or mortgage when she was still paying off her small business loans?  Outside, the usually busy commerce street was quiet. The variou...

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Boats that pass in the night

M B

Submitted to Contest #183

He stumbled through the fog, still dressed in the clothes he had been wearing since he started the journey, still burned and bloody from being on a sinking ship.  He kept walking through the fog, feet padding against stone. When the trek would end he could not say, but he knew he couldn’t stop. There was nothing for him here, and nothing to return to in the opposite direction.  Perhaps he would wander on and on endlessly. Was that what it truly meant to be dead? He had to be dead: There was no way he survived the sinking. He kn...

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