A.A Lawson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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7 Stories

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“Dear diary,” by A.A Lawson

Submitted to Contest #84

December 31st 2019 Dear Diary, it's only six hours to new years and I can't stop rocking my chair! This is the year...I can feel it!   Amaka says I have a chance at the promotion and I can get it if I just up my sales a tad bit higher than Amanda's. I've practically got everything in the bag!  My instagram numbers are climbing by the hour and I have a brand new strategy to sell out the new book release...and yeah! I've decided to publish the novel. I know I know, I've been putting it off for forever but I'm sure this time! I...

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“Frog Jump” by A.A Lawson

Submitted to Contest #78

Leapfrogs—Massive frogs, with leather backs and silk tummies. Long slender fingers that spread in the air when they jumped. Leaping twelve feet above grass ground, twenty if the toad was capital trained and a bare eight if it'd been exhausted from hard labor. The toad before me didn't fit in any mould. It was small, it's head only a few inches above Angelica's. It's skin was smooth, polished even, unlike the scaly competitors at the capital. It's eyes were closed, probably asleep but it's red rope-like tongue hung loosely out it's ...

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“The lady and the traunt.” by A.A Lawson

Submitted to Contest #76

"When did you leave?" "Before Mrs toldya's hens cried." "Around dawn, then?" "If you say so." "When did you get here?" "The same time the sun pushed them clouds away." "Mid day." "I don't know, lady." "It's okay. How did you find the wagon?" "'Twas all suzy's idea." "Suzy brought the wagon?" "No." "Did she steal it?" "No." "So how did she get it?" "I don't know." "You'll have to work with me ,Willy." "Where's Melly?" "Your friends are with the other officers telling their stories. I advice you do the same ...

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“Tom and Jerry” by A.A Lawson

Submitted to Contest #75

Abiye wondered if the first person to say never judge a book by its cover went to hell like they should have.She hated it— an understatement. It was disgusting. Nothing like she imagined. Horrific. And she was going to give Juliana an earful."It's not just what I had in mind," she told her editor over the phone."I prayed you wouldn't say that," Juliana answered and a strip of guilt trickled into Abiye's defense."It's not that I hate it," Abiye began slumping down on her lonely couch. "It's my first book Juliana. I want it to be good." Perfec...

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“One bowl of love,please.” by A.A Lawson

Submitted to Contest #71

"Bowl?"Michael's lips stretched to a thin line as he waited for the lawyer to change his words."Antique bowl," the lawyer corrected."It says it right here, Mr. Lawson. It's a requirement."Michael's hands balled into fists and the veins on his neck surfaced."What does-" he lowered his voice." What does a bowl have to do with my inheritance?""If you'd like, you could always ask your father."Michael shut his eyes. His father was six feet under and so was his patience.Flipping the table on the smart-mouth lawyer seemed befitting, but even he kne...

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“...The brand of Sadar” by A.A Lawson

Submitted to Contest #60

Missiles rained from the sky, hundreds at a time, exploding with mighty bangs and clangs before the villagers of Rena could let out a shocked cry. In seconds, houses, shops, dogs, children and more fell to the ground, engulfed in orange -red flickering flames ,all begging for death to soothe their pain. In an hour, the Iralion soldiers had stormed the Castle grounds, finding and beheading the prime-minister that had hid in the bottom bunker, hands pressed against his ears to block out the deafening wails of the people. In a month, the ...

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“She called bullshit...” by A.A Lawson

Submitted to Contest #59

The grass basked in the attention and love the setting sun showered as leaves danced down their branches, landing on the flower rimmed cobbled ground. The sky was bright yellow, freckled with a few white clouds here and there, proving nature's perfect imperfections once again. With every step, one could feel the soft yet welcoming breeze, which made every day feel like summer, no matter the weather. The air was peaceful, serene, and relaxed— Maria despised it all. Her eyes trailed up the hand linked with hers and stopped at the face of it...

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"Consistency is more important than perfection" Ig@Abiye_lawson