Aimie Laylee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Counting” by Aimie Laylee

Submitted to Contest #97

**trigger warning. Abuse** Outside seems so peaceful. The way the rain hits the pavement and disappears into the steady stream that's now formed in the space between the path and road. I watch from my window as the water flows so gracefully along the dark grey stone, gently washing away any sins left behind by the hoards of daytime commuters. I live on a fairly busy main road. I use hate it when I was younger, but now I'm thankful for the noise and constant hustle and bustle of the crowds. It's night time now, only the rain and a few people ...

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“Moonlight” by Aimie Laylee

Submitted to Contest #95

The moonlight dances across her face, illuminating the subtle imperfections of her otherwise flawless appearance. Her mouth a permanent I'm better than you and I know it kind of smirk, fixed in place without intention. Everyone wanted to be Alexis Smarts, or be with her. She knew that deep down but never paid any real attention to it. After all, she had more pressing issues to deal with.The eve of her eighteenth birthday was fast approaching, the pit in her stomach bubbling away and washing over her in waves of fear and uncertainty, no escap...

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“Brothers” by Aimie Laylee

Submitted to Contest #94

"I dare you to jump in from that rock up there!" Taylor points towards the cliffedge and gestures for Garth to follow him. They race towards it, giggling with excitement.***I'm sitting by myself again, watching the world go by and thinking about my brother, Garth. He died when he was thirteen years old. I was ten at the time. We use to play here as kids and the world felt so much kinder then. No worries. Just me and my cool big brother, playing pirates or cops and robbers. Mum and dad sat laughing at our crazy stunts and silly games. God, wh...

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“Helluva party” by Aimie Laylee

Submitted to Contest #93

I dangle my feet in the dirty lake water, it's freezing but I don't care. I throw my head back and lie down on the grass, staring up at the stars. I can still hear the party in full swing in the distance. The DJ shouting something at the top of his lungs. The increasingly drunken crowd going wild and music thumping through the ground. I let out a hefty sigh and feel the energy drain from my body. I use to love these parties. I was the man about town, old Darvid Hardy, life and soul of the fiesta. You couldn't keep me away from these things, ...

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Author bio

A head full of horror and a little bit of hope.