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Manuel Garcia

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2026

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The Assistant

Weekly Contest #370

IJacob sank into his recliner and let the TV drone some weather segment he didn’t bother to register. He reached for his laptop, flipped it open, and moved the cursor over the familiar icon.He hesitated. Then clicked.A window bloomed onto the screen. A search bar. A greeting.Good morning, Jacob. What’s on your mind today?He stared at it for a moment then typed:I have a question.The reply came instantly.Take your time, Jacob. Ask whenever you’re ready.The cursor blinked—steady, patient, almost expectant.Jacob finally typed:Is there such a thi...

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Rachel's Hope

Weekly Contest #369

ISkipper gripped the wheel with both hands as the old fishing boat slammed through the choppy water. The storm behind him was growing, a dark wall swallowing the horizon inch by inch.He glanced at the monitor, the stern‑mounted camera aimed straight at the approaching monster.“It won’t catch us, old pal,” he muttered.The boat rocked violently, climbing each wave like a tired horse forced into one more gallop. He shoved the throttle forward and laughed out loud as the engine roared.“You got this,” he said.Then—Everything stopped.Not the engin...

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Exit

Weekly Contest #367

IDavid’s last minute at the hospital feels like a lifetime. Twelve grueling hours of emergency deliveries, crying newborns, worried mothers, nurses weaving through the hallway like a current he’s fighting against. The fourth‑floor maternity ward is packed, bodies moving in every direction, voices overlapping, monitors chiming. He barely registers any of it. His eyes are fixed on the red door at the end of the corridor.Freedom.He walks fast, hoping no one stops him, hoping he can slip out before someone calls his name. The door is beautiful i...

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Purgatory

Weekly Contest #366

IAnthony McKenzie returned from the past expecting the world to fracture. He had changed something enormous—something history should have screamed about. Instead, the present greeted him with the same traffic and the same indifferent sky. It was as if time had watched him interfere, considered the alteration, and quietly declined to acknowledge it.Anthony sat in his parked car long after the engine died, staring at the intersection — gray asphalt, cracked crosswalk, the bakery on the corner with its red awning — like it was a riddle he’d fai...

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Hypnagogia

Weekly Contest #363

I The whistle of the kettle dragged Karla out of sleep like a hand yanking her upward. She jerked halfway off the mattress, one arm braced behind her, staring at the bedroom door.For a moment she didn’t move. She wasn’t even sure she was awake.The kettle kept going, shrill and insistent, until it cut off mid‑note. Silence followed—brief, thin—then the soft clatter of something in the kitchen. Metal against ceramic. A drawer sliding open. Someone moving things.Her stomach dropped.She swung her legs out of bed, grabbed her robe, and wrapped it...

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Primordial Variant

Weekly Contest #359

PRIMORDIAL VARIANT ISeth sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through the morning news. Alder moved quietly around the kitchen, preparing breakfast with smooth, efficient motions — the kind meant to be invisible.Seth didn’t look up when he spoke.SETH: You ever think about… not being here?Alder paused mid-motion. Not long enough to be suspicious — but long enough for Seth to notice.ALDER: If you would like me to leave the room, I can.SETH: No. I mean… permanently.Alder turned its head slightly — a gesture designed to mimic human cur...

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