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Wayne Bullet

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2025

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A Virgin’s Virgin Night At A Disco

Wayne Bullet

Submitted to Contest #329

Tonight marked the lowest point yet in Billy’s short war for teenage survival. Miller beer in hand, he circled, scouting the sprawling disco for a second time—nerves complaining. He’d fantasized about this place ever since girls stopped seeming gross. His spirits lifted when he spotted three women alone at a table. Instinct kicking in, he surged toward them, predatory as a lion chasing its prey. He confidently asks a cute, brown-haired treasure, “Can I buy you a beer?” She flashed a smile, met his gaze, and glared, “No, but I’ll buy you one ...

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My Woods

Wayne Bullet

Submitted to Contest #320

Nick's beloved woods had transformed into an eerie, haunted forest. Something seemed to be watching him. He’d patrolled these woods since he was three; every familiar path now seemed evil, making him feel betrayed. He had a 1911 pistol holstered on his right hip; the .45 caliber rounds would allow him to obliterate any man who threatened him. Rumors had flown and were repeated; an escaped 'nut job' from the local psychiatric hospital was supposedly hiding somewhere in his woods. Every snapping twig and leaf-blown made his pulse rise in fear;...

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Darkness

Wayne Bullet

Submitted to Contest #318

How in the hell had this happened? Gustov thought. This unbelievable place is a wax museum or hellhole representing the Middle Ages! Deep in some castle's dungeon. It couldn’t be real; it had to be an imagined punishment place straight out of the bowls of Hades or Hell! It definitely wasn’t Pergutory, where he’d be given a second chance; there were no more opportunities here—this was it. The end! Final judgement! Final recogning! Terminated! Why am I here?It was a false imprisonment, too, like an innocent man days away from a neck-stretching...

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Apache Chief-Honoring A Warrior: Named Mike

Wayne Bullet

Submitted to Contest #317

Chief Charging Bull abruptly found himself floating above his own motionless body, sprawled across a brown buffalo rug. Was he asleep? Dead? "No!" he shouted, willing himself back into his flesh—but nothing happened. Panic overtook him, spreading like wildfire across the dry prairie, a thundering stampede with no hope of escape.Instinctively, he tried to shield his hawkish, wrinkled face and drop to his knees, hiding from phantom beasts thundering through his mind. But his hands passed through empty air. His body below remained perfectly sti...

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Scars

Wayne Bullet

Submitted to Contest #316

Bill "Scars" Newton hobbled into the Bolt's grimy training room, a weathered aluminum crutch wedged under his left arm and his right arm hanging limp like dead weight. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting harsh shadows across the cracked linoleum walls lined with rusted lockers and outdated medical equipment that looked like relics from a forgotten era. He moved like a wounded predator—each step deliberate and agonizing, his black booted feet echoing against the concrete floor that bore permanent stains from years of blood, sweat, and d...

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