Aimee R.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

115 karma pts

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“Windomoore Windows” by Aimee R.

Submitted to Contest #97

Delia Windomoore was a normal sort of girl. She was 17 years old, lived in her grandmother’s old house, and made windows. Now, anywhere else, making windows at 17 would be considered weird. Making windows in general is considered strange. Outlandish, even. But Delia’s town of Windelton was known for their windows. Everybody in her town made normal windows, ones that you could only see what was outside of you. They were triangle shaped, circle shaped, even some were made cloud shaped. But the windows that Delia made were magic. She was ...

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“The First Road” by Aimee R.

Submitted to Contest #90

Rowan scratched on the paper with her pencil, sketching an outline of a monkey on a tricycle, her face deeply in thought. Wrong stroke! She thought. The eraser ripped through the paper as she stroked in through, removing meaningless lines. Frustrated, Rowan huffs and glances out the train window, stained with rain spots, bird droppings, and the wearing down of wind. Leah looked to the other side of the train, to just be disappointed by the packed amount of people on the other side of the train, blocking an otherwise decent view. Squeezed up ...

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“The Switch” by Aimee R.

Submitted to Contest #88

Juliet woke up in a soft, warm bed lined with heaters. The white starchy blanket curled up around her toes, and when she looked to the side, Tsar, her parrot, cawed beside her. When she looked to the other side, a row of maids stood, waiting for her to wake. Her handmaiden, Dani, gently took off her night clothes and before Juliet could get a smooth breath, the corset and cinches were strapped tightly around it, constricting her lungs. “Dani, darling, can’t I leave it off?” she asked. Dani, shaking her head, replied. “Princess, that won’t be...

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“They'll Never Forget This April Fools......” by Aimee R.

Submitted to Contest #87

Em woke up to her alarm clock mimicking the twittering of hummingbirds. Her hair, still wound up in tight knots from staying up all night, was stuck in the bed covers. Yanking them out, wincing, she checked the time on her alarm clock. “April 1st.” she smiled. “Yes.” For the past year, Em had carefully planned a big prank against her horrible foster parents for payback. The time was 5 am, and it was earlier than any of her parents’ wake time. Slipping on her thinly sewed jacket and pulling back her black, bouncing hair she snuck out of...

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“Everyday is Friday” by Aimee R.

Submitted to Contest #84

What date is it today? I thought as I flipped through the calendar, browsing the dates and the cool pictures that laid beside them. Tuesday? Or a wednesday. I think it’s Saturday. Or is it Thursday? I sat in my hospital bed, clutching the sides as a kind nurse stepped over, her hands soft as they stuck the needle into my wrinkled skin. Ow. I could hear the heart monitor pulse, just like my fading heart, slowly dying. A tray of breakfast was placed in front of me. Toast, and eggs, with a glass of milk. Just like the last day. The nurse said t...

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“Genie's Star” by Aimee R.

Submitted to Contest #83

Genie passed the rugged stone building of the school. No siree, not today would she be going to class, the books there worn and old, the pages falling apart with one tail flick. Instead, she would head to the library. The smell of pure paper wafted towards her nose. She swam over to one of her favorites, Star Sea. As she flipped to her favorite page, she read, “The stars can be seen at stardusk, for 20 minutes. The stars, oblong shaped and shining, are watched by land dwellers as normality.” The leather cover felt rough against her dark skin...

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Author bio

just a writer in LA :)