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Paul Tyree

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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The Moment Come and Gone

Paul Tyree

The sense of something that may have happened and may have taken place, not like a dream or a flashback. Not like the moment you remember what happened on a certain day and at a certain time. It may make the hair on your neck stand up. The memory will be vivid and then fade away. You start to recognize the scent of perfume or the sound made or even the music that you hear in the distance as you see a familiar face and sigh or want to reach out, the moment is then dimmed and then lost. You walk around in a daze, and you stop to see if the mem...

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The Perfect Fairytale

Paul Tyree

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there was once a very large thing that made most people scared to look at. It was not easy to know or even worth getting to know. It brought joy to the endless number of people who were willing to take the risk and at least acknowledge or get to know it minimally. Somehow along the way the days it was able show itself to those who visited were never quite sure what to make of its various shapes, sizes or designs as it took on many forms. It was an array of many colors and textured fabrics. It could b...

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On Paper the Memories Remain

Paul Tyree

These are the various accounts of a person who was at the end of the road and was not sure they would actually to tell their version(s) of the same story in various situations. Some accounts may be seen as opposite of what the truth is. December 13th, 2023: "Hello, it's me again. Sorry I haven't been able to keep in touch with you, since the war started. Partly I was afraid that if this information, no matter how important it may seem, if it falls into the wrong hands, could prove deadly. More to be written later." December 24th, 2023: "Hell...

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The Happy Cook

Paul Tyree

Ah to cook and to drink and to eat what you cook, after you cook for hours to perfect that which you cook. The grease is still popping in the pan. The chef is kissed on the cheek by the chef's wife and then the mother kisses his cheek. "Oh, would grandmother have been oh so proud of his perfected meal and the spices that made it a delicacy. To have worked hard to make this meal a work of art. "To have found or substituted the various seasonings and have made this dish of all dishes created before it, the talk of the town?" To live to see the...

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My Stomach Grumbled

Paul Tyree

I searched in the refrigerator and was not satisfied with the choices that stared back at me, while my stomach was making me very aware that it wanted to be, no more like, was demanding to be filled. I looked from the top shelf of the fridge, then the second shelf, then the third, the very bottom shelf, then back to the top shelf. I looked in the door and noticed some stuff that was there but didn't hold my attention for too long. I was looking deeply into the location of some holiday leftover pizza, but this was not worth the time to try an...

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Taken Up in a Gust of Wind

Paul Tyree

"There is the most beautiful, deadliest sight you will ever see. A man and his billboard sign, held tightly in his hand. It will be one that will go down in history as the greatest event of our own lifetime." "Yes, you heard that right. A man who owns the billboard on Highway 35, over near Putney Dairy Farm, has been swept away holding onto the very sign that has been an eyesore for more than 30 years." "We have live footage of this event as it is taking place out here in the middle of nowhere important." "I am Clifford Cliff, and I am the o...

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Getting Wet Before and After

Paul Tyree

Standing on the corner, ready to cross with traffic, then almost getting hit by a car passing by. I jumped back and almost lost my balance. It caused my heart to skip a beat, and I was not able to move, feeling like my life has flashed before my eyes, metaphorically, not literally. Then I came to my senses once more, moving more quickly out of the path of oncoming traffic, dodging each car to get to the other side of the street. After I reached the sidewalk, I was still feeling my heart beating faster and was not sure then which way to go. I...

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Down and Out for the Moment

Paul Tyree

I woke up with this feeling of ill-ease and was not sure what was wrong with me. I just knew I was not well. I had been up and down all night, sniffling and coughing, was sounding more like a moose trying to call out a mating call, than having an actual human voice. The memories of throwing up and feeling queasy come to mind. The long restlessness and feeling of not getting sleep, at least not either in my body, not in my mind and my brain was filled with a foggy sense of being. I knew this was the beginning of something worse yet to come. I...

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The Hidden Gem

Paul Tyree

To look for something lost and then as you enter each room to look for the lost item, you realize that you are not sure why you enter the room at all. Doorway Amnesia!!! It's where you enter one room passing through the doorway and then forget what you entered in the room to look for or to actually do. It makes me mad when I was sure I would not forget as soon as I passed through the oblivion and then when I return to the other room, then I remember. "How can I forget that quickly?" It seems it was right there on the edge of my thoughts, rea...

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Let's Say Henry was Surprised

Paul Tyree

It was the first time anyone had made the effort to visit Henry. He was a bedridden recluse, due to an extremely bad auto accident. He had begun by shutting out the world, a little each day, until the world begun to ignore Henry. It had been a miserable existence with no friends, no family and no one thinking of him in any good or positive terms. Henry became more than fine at the idea of having no one bother him or call upon him as he withdrew more until most forgot Henry. It was while Henry was feeling less than enthused or less than jovia...

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Oh, The Joy, Oh What a Thrill

Paul Tyree

The joy of watching a first snowfall, as the snowflakes touch the ground and are there for a second. You wish you were one of those snowflakes, but their life span is short. It is the start of the moment you get all giddy. You once wished it would snow enough to keep you from having to go to school, then as you got older, it was your wish that shifted to not having to go to work. The snowfalls slowly, ever so slowly while you are in awe of the sight, just like you were a kid all over again. You watch with the amazement and wonder of snow as ...

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The End is Where?

Paul Tyree

The End. Sorry you thought this was supposed to be just another story that would be told around campfires and sung in songs at day camp. It came quickly and was known to give you chills up and down your spine. The hair on the back of your neck stood up and applauded. It was those knots in your stomach moments that had you running smack into what was causing these feeling of uneasiness. Your eyes widened. You screamed silently. You were afraid like never before and no one could hear, like being in a silent movie with bad directing and no prod...

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The Sun Sets upon the Moment

Paul Tyree

The miles of smiles were felt as the lips pressed together in a way that even the sounds of the kiss were felt. No one was aware that the kiss placed was the either a beginning or an end. The moment was like in slow motion and it was going so slow that it would be felt for many years to come. It would be felt by young and old alike, spanning space and time, out into the galaxy that was used to define our own and way beyond the universe light years ahead of the after affects had long since come and gone and then boomeranged in an effort to be...

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So Long Mr. Pumpkin Head

Paul Tyree

It was the best of the worst and the worst of the best. It came as a shock to one and to all. It was felt from the little people and felt by the bigger little people. It was the end of an era. It was the beginning of an end. Yet it was more than less and less than more. It was an era of false, and the truth was still in the running. The beloved character, Mr. Pumpkin, was an iconic TV and stage personality, with Mr. Dutch and several other characters, had seen each other through the best and worst of times. Bad ratings and low self-esteem ha...

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Addiction is an Obsession gone Awry

Paul Tyree

To live with an addiction that make you turn into an obsession after you have glared at it or stared at it for many years, can make your brown eyes blue, or maybe your blue eyes red. Crying over the idea that your addiction will never be more than you dreaming about that obsession as though you deserve to be part of it and to keep it a secret, can almost drive you insane. You get jealous when you see your addiction get closer to the one you wish was you filling them shoes instead of the odd ball whose arm your obsession is hanging onto. Then...

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