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A Raye

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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Filibuster Thruster: Ridiculous, Held Hostage by Spastic Word Vomit.

A Raye

Submitted to Contest #101

Now, before you take a part in the following ramblings with me, let me introduce myself. I am Triple Lexxx. That is a legitimate nickname that other humans call me, thanks to the adoration of my boyfriend, who bestowed upon me a nickname that can either be for a porn star or a wrestler. I am neither. I love my boyfriend. I really, truly love my boyfriend. Sounds cliche, sappy, gross, romantic, and all of that jazz, but I tell myself this multiple times a day. Sometimes, I say it because I look at him and my pupils dilate, my heart...

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48 Hours

A Raye

Submitted to Contest #101

TW: Drug use. Jessie stared at herself in the mirror. Horror. All she felt was sheer horror at what she saw staring back at her. There was no way this was her. It couldn't be. She refused to believe it. And yet...there she was. Awake, still, 48 hours later. She smelled the sweat dampen her pits, her genitals, and no matter how much she wiped, it would not be enough to wipe away the stench of a 48 hour meth binge. Her face was dry with dehydration, eyes wide, nose red. Small bumps appeared on her skin. Her mouth was cracked and dry, furthe...

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Blink

A Raye

Submitted to Contest #99

Blink once. Waves lap quietly against the rocks. Blink twice. Waves lap quietly against the rocks. Sarah watched the waves, listening to the pattern they sung as they lapped against the rocks in the ocean. She was the only person on the beach. She ran her fingers through the cold sand and watched as it seeped through the cracks between her fingers, still listening to the waves. This was her safe place. Her sanctuary. Her home away from home, providing comfort and solace, even when she no longer needed it. She couldn’t recall how many n...

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The Room.

A Raye

Submitted to Contest #99

TW: confinement, abuse, sexual assault/rape, physical violence, death. The Girl was 18, maybe 19, but looked like she was a preteen. Skin and bones, from lack of nutrition. Pale with dark crescents under her eyes. Eyes so gray they looked like the sky before a thunderstorm, with clouds and haunted memories behind pupils. Full lips, cracked and dry, the same color as her skin, corners pulled downwards. Cheeks sunken in, body hunched over in defeat. Below her waist lay stringy, unkempt chestnut brown hair, lifeless from years of g...

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180 Days.

A Raye

Submitted to Contest #99

We made it! 180 days later and here we are. After what felt like the longest year of our lives, we had finally come to the 180th day. Students, teachers, administration all snuck glances at the clocks, watching the seconds tick away slowly, hiding beaming smiles behind masks. It was 8:30 am on the 180th day of school - the very last day in what felt like the longest year of everybody’s lives. 180 days of uncertainty. 180 days of unknown schedule changes, conflicts with the school district itself, a mini strike when the superintendent declare...

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