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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020
Submitted to Contest #51
The salt air felt like soothing caresses as Lucy pointed out the stars and constellations. Jeff was surprised at her thorough knowledge of astronomy. But as she gazed reverently above, he couldn’t help looking at her. At one point she caught his eyes on her and gave him an embarrassed smile. “What?” she breathed, “why are you looking at me like that?” But his answer was to simply push the loose strands of hair back behind her ear. He then leaned in and nuzzled her neck, whispering naughty suggestions into her ear. Lucy giggled softly. Th...
Submitted to Contest #50
The young couple, Megan and Alan, had barely slept at all. They rushed through breakfast, which they never did during Sacred Saturday Snuggles and Silliness. They rarely left their house before noon on those days; heck, they usually didn’t even change out of their pajamas until somewhere around lunchtime. They had a great life and each of them loved their way of living. But today there would be an exciting change, they were out to buy their first new car. The hand-me-down that Megan had gotten from her parents was fine, but it was old and ...
Submitted to Contest #49
All the people had gathered into the church for the special occasion. Mick and his closest friends stood under the arbor that Mick had built, each one with his hands clasped in front of him, as they had been strictly forbidden from putting their hands in their pockets. Mick’s brother, Paul, had even been threatened that his pockets would be sewn shut if he couldn’t stop putting his hands in them. “It looks sloppy,” she had said. The air-conditioned room began to feel stuffy to the guests, and Mick could see them all getting restless. His f...
Submitted to Contest #44
The coffee shop was crowded to an almost standing-room-only capacity. Joey didn’t know how she would be able to have the conversation that was coming up in the midst of so many people. What if someone overheard? What if someone she knew happened by and overheard? Maybe this was a bad idea. She’d gone this long without ever telling anyone what happened. Why did she feel the need to do so now?But Joey knew why. She knew she had to share this piece of her history, and it had to be now. She had lost enough sleep already. Besides, as she saw her ...
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