A. M. Conger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Running Through the Tape” by A. M. Conger

Submitted to Contest #235

Jill was angry. Angry that she had to take PTO during the biggest deal of her career. Angry that she had to use said PTO to fly home instead of going on vacation. Angry that she wasn’t going to be running in the marathon she’d been training for (EIGHT STICKING MONTHS), and angry that her dad had had a stroke. Fuming and with a clenched jaw, she stared at a framed picture on the mantel of her childhood hom...

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“Ally or Adversary?” by A. M. Conger

Submitted to Contest #230

I could not bear to look at her. Not again. I knew she was there, in front of me, waiting to be seen, but I could not bring myself to do it. “Why?” she asked me, like she always did. Slouching, I stared down through my dark, stringy tresses. I don’t know why. “I think you do know,” she returned. “You just don’t want to face it. Do you?” Continuing t...

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“Handful” by A. M. Conger

Submitted to Contest #221

Queen of my tiny mountain, I stood on top of a grassy knoll, surveying my surroundings while a howling wind carried a low wailing sound to me from afar. The wind, slowing momentarily, allowed for the soulful cry to be heard more distinctly, and I could almost recognize it. Was it a bird, a person, a song? The overcast sky and low hanging fog covered most of what I saw, but spots of pastoral green and tips...

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“Eternal Flame” by A. M. Conger

Submitted to Contest #211

The flickering flames in the fireplace were unable to provide the light and warmth I desired. Sitting on the overstuffed and overused sofa with an unopened book to my left and steaming Earl Grey to my right, I stared into the weak fire. Matteo made the best fires, bright enough to read by and hot enough to warm your soul. His fires were perfect. Perfect amount of fuel and air, perfect amount of tending to and nu...

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““Thoughts My Only Companions”” by A. M. Conger

Submitted to Contest #209

“Shotgun,” said Eddy while looking down on Stu. “Don’t be a jerk. I was here first,” said Stu. “So? I was here last. Get out.” “That’s not fair.” “Don’t care.” “Come on guys,” said Ivan from the backseat. “You know your nattering makes Fred uneasy.” “Yeah, Stu, ‘your nattering makes Fred uneasy’,” Eddy mocked while gesturing for Stu to get in the back. Stu slid in next to ...

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““Pretty; Not Smart”” by A. M. Conger

Submitted to Contest #208

I was born April 5th, 1971, I think. Akin to Barbie, I was “well-proportioned with blue eyes and a blank look.” Like my mother, I was “a fair-haired girl with a vacant stare.” This was my beginning, at least that is what I was told. On the rare occasion that my father spoke to me, I was informed that my mother “must have screwed around” because I looked nothing like him, and “it’s a good thing you’...

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Author bio

A neurodivergent writer; mother of many; wife to one. #writer #writingcommunity #asd