S.d. Schwarz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“Persuasion” by S.d. Schwarz

Submitted to Contest #248

*** story contains themes of sexual assault, mental health, suicide, and self-harm***“Come with me,” he said, holding a hand out, palm up, “and you’ll never have to live through this again.” His vocal cords made music with the words he spoke.I’d been warned of him before: the man with a steady voice and alluring tone. The man who shielded his features beneath a black hood to contain all the madness that swirled around in his head. The man who lived by night and fled by day. Not quite a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but a Devil on the shoulder po...

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“The Neighbor” by S.d. Schwarz

Submitted to Contest #238

“Hi, Dalia, it’s Craig again. How’s the leaking faucet? I called HOA three times yesterday and they refuse--” Delete. “Hey Dalia. Not sure if you noticed, but some beige Mercedes has been taking everybody’s parking spots and the HOA continues to sit on their asses sipping their White Claws watching reels of that new country pop singer--what’s her name?--dating that one football player--what’s his...

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“The Final Page” by S.d. Schwarz

Submitted to Contest #237

I inhale deeply, trying to match my breaths to his own. His are steady, calm, consistent, while I hold my breath enough for my chest to hurt. Let it go…let it go…but I can’t. If I do, I’ll lose everything. Every good, whole, beautiful thing inside me will float away with all the shards of my broken soul. I close my eyes, but a tear rolls down my cheek and onto his chest, soaking his black shirt. One tear leads to two, and they must weigh the equivalent of anchors because they wake him. When he reaches up and puts a warm hand on my arm, my l...

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“Shipped” by S.d. Schwarz

Submitted to Contest #237

To: Keenan Meyer < intimatecreationz@gmail.com > From: Katrina Lopez < katlopez321@gmail.com > Hello! I hope this email finds you well. I’ve purchased items from you before, many of whi...

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“Death Row” by S.d. Schwarz

Submitted to Contest #234

Jeffrey Lockwood. Jeff. My man. Best man who was my Best Man for mine and Rita’s wedding. Mr. Lockwood: wealthy-ass motherfucker who drove a run-down SUV. DJ Lock: best underground DJ in lame ass Utah who simultaneously coded in the basement of his standard two-bedroom townhome. The man who made me famous. The man who got my name--first AND last--out across the whole state (maybe the whole US). Gotta love him.I’m sorry, Jeff. You deserved better.The day I met Jeff, I was ditching PE Sophomore y...

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“Clarity Shot” by S.d. Schwarz

Submitted to Contest #233

“UGH.” I groan through my teeth and continue typing on my phone. My heels clack against the pavement from footsteps so heavy, my bangs start bouncing to the sound. “Running late--” delete. Okay, let’s try again: “Needed to grab pads--” delete. “Leah called--” delete.I stop and exhale heavily. Two young women ahead of me are too busy giggling out all the alcohol they consumed tonight to notice me staring with tears in my eyes. ...

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“Thirty-One Days” by S.d. Schwarz

Submitted to Contest #233

December 1st, 2024 11:11am Challenge: suffer for thirty-one more days. (why couldn’t this month only have thirty?) Challenge: stay alive thirty-one days. Challenge: live for thirty-one days. (Dante, if you decided to be a piece of shit and read this, do me a favor and let everyo...

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“Fueling the Void” by S.d. Schwarz

Submitted to Contest #232

“Come on you piece of shit.” I cup my hands around the golf ball-sized flame as it flickers like a flashlight on the final juices of its battery. The tip of my nose loses sensation, and I envision all the blood in my face rushing to create harsh, crimson circles on my cheeks. If Vivi were here, she’d remind me of the time she put makeup on my face when I got blackout drunk on our first wedding anniversary. God, ...

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“New Year, New Me” by S.d. Schwarz

Submitted to Contest #231

Day fourteen of sobriety. Cheers to the two week mark. The bartender with a shiny head and gray beard pours tequila in two small shot glasses rimmed with thick layers of crystalized salt. He aggressively jams a lime slice on the lip of each before pushing them over the gray marble counter to Elijah and his girlfriend, Lupita. “Sure you’re not gonna take one?” Lupita asks, instantly grabbi...

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Author bio

Just a young author trying to find my people. I believe in balance. I write, I rave, I teach... I love experiencing life, but I relate very closely to those who don't. Many of my stories have some level of truth to them. Enjoy :)