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Alyssa Terese

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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A Volitional Act

Submitted to Contest #273

TW: self harm, cannibalism, bad therapist, blood, smoking, mentions of drugs. Anna: I didn’t mean to. It just happened. I glanced at the time, aware of the night ticking away slowly. My job should be over, I should be glued to the couch, letting the lovely jingle of some brain-dead television knock the stress from my bones. I should be away from this desk, but I had a duty, I went to school for this, I got licensed for this. My laptop pinged again; the darkening screen lit back up– my pupils dilated. Anna: It's habitual now, I th...

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Windswept, Wind-drunk, Oh How the Air Holds Our Memories

Submitted to Contest #272

He thinks it's been months. Months of ragged stones and a blazing sun, somehow still there is no warmth. He thinks it's only been months, he cannot count the rise and fall of the moon, or the differing colors in the trees. He cannot even count the visitors, for there are none. There are never any, it is only himself that he knows of. He does not quite understand it. But does he need to? This is all he knows, the calming blades of grass that he lays on, the stone is comfortable, he thinks. He has never had anything else to lay his head upon. ...

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Forward and Back

Submitted to Contest #246

“So, he's dead, huh?” We swung side by side letting the air move us along, the dirt shifting with a crunch beneath our feet. My head hung low, but she held hers high as she faced the open field behind me. “Seems like it.” she nodded solemnly, “No show, no calls, his boss said he hasn't seen him in three weeks.” “Sounds dead to me.” The wind moved me a bit faster than her, the air harder against my back. If I looked straight ahead, I could see our old house from here. I think she was oblivious to that fact. “Does it matter?” she asked, ...

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