D. J. Reddall
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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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6229-D. Honorable Mention in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
"Where does that door lead, Hank?" I'm having lunch with Hank. It was inevitable. It's Thursday, and we're both alive and employed. I did not like Hank at first. I mean, not at all--it wasn't just the kind of polite, vapid indifference that you need to get by in a crowded office in a pretty dubious workplace. I was actively hostile to the idea of doing anything with Hank. Shooting the breeze while we waited for coffee was an agonizing charade. Had I been capable of summoning the required energy, I would have hurt him.
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Fiction
The Illiterate Laureate. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
She wanted to thank the autumn wind. She smiled at the pompous, British darkness. She thought she knew why ancient, pagan gods and goddesses had been invented. Some wanted things from them, but many had the urgent, innocent wish to give thanks and praise to rivers for the fish that kept their children from starving or to the moon for lighting their paths home through inky danger or to the autumn wind for filling their hearts like sails when they were choking on a terrible secret.
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Fiction
