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Amanda Stogsdill

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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Mother's day

Submitted to Contest #268

Warning This story contains themes of pregnancyMother’s Day by Amanda StogsdillStaring at the hospital door, I panic. As my heart accelerates, I'm dizzy. Can I do this? Keeping it isn't an option, if it's adopted, another family could love it. If it were terminated, my problem would be solved. That seems wrong, too. Killing an unborn child, just because I don't want it? It's kicking; I should feel something, but I'm dead inside. I can’t carry it for nine months, then give it up!Chewing my nails, I collapse on the graffiti-covered bench, gazi...

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mended

Submitted to Contest #267

Mendedby Amanda Stogsdill "This call is from Teresa. To accept, press two. You can speak now." An automated female voice directed me."Hello?" I waited, licking my lips."Hi. How are you?" Teresa asked. Her voice was soft, and a little flat.“All right,” I replied, “And you?”"About the same. Stuck inside these four walls. Nothing to do. How's everyone?""We had Tyler's party last week. Same water slide as always. Until the kids get bored, that's what it'll be."Silence. "Wish I was there." Teresa's voice trembled, "Do they ask about me?"Yes, Tyle...

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cursed

Submitted to Contest #266

Cursed by Amanda Stogsdill I slide the manuscript from its hiding place. Staring at the title, I finger its many pages. So much has happened, it seems like a lifetime has passed, instead of months. Would anyone at the agent’s offices read it? Only one way to find out. Pulling out an already-addressed envelope, I place my precious story inside. Sealing it, I almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of the story. Who would believe a word? The truth is stranger than any fiction!****It's a dark, stormy afternoon. As rain hammers on my windows and ...

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My Crazy Year

Submitted to Contest #265

My Crazy Year by Amanda Stogsdill The wintery Colorado wind blew fiercely, numbing tingly fingers as my friends and I gulped in the frosty air. Bundled up in winter coats, scarves, multiple pairs of gloves, we boarded our usual bus to the Center for the Blind.The center was recommended by my vocational counselor, a place for learning new skills while living independently. So, there I was boarding a plane for Colorado. I'd arrived very unsure of what would happen. I was met by staff who assisted me through the airport, driving me to my...

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Beach House

Beach House By Amanda Stogsdill April showers bring May flowers. What a crazy saying! I can't stand flowers, and April showers aren't exactly beautiful. I’m terrified of storms!"Who can tell me what these are?" Mr. Dawes held up a colorful picture of dark clouds."Cumulus clouds." Eddy, my best friend, raised his hand. He loved everything to do with weather, often boring us with daily weather reports. Naturally, he wanted to be a reporter."Very good. Who knows what happens when these clouds appear?"Rain! I thought. Loud noisy rain, with even ...

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The Candy Man

Submitted to Contest #262

Candy Man by Amanda Stogsdill "Judy? Judy? Can you hear me?"In my dark closet, I stifle giggles, listening as Nancy's footsteps fade down the hallway. Releasing a silent laugh, I emerge from my hiding place."There you are! Mom's been holding dinner." Nancy flashes a big grin. "You can't fool me, Judy. I know where you hide." Leave it to Nancy to ruin my afternoon! I think. Showing my irritation by ignoring her, we head downstairs to dinner.Nancy and I are stepsisters. When my parents got divorced when I was little, Mom married my stepda...

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School days

Submitted to Contest #261

School Days by Amanda Stogsdill There have been a lot of people who have assisted me throughout my life. Family, friends, and teachers. In elementary school, I had wonderful teachers, who have unfortunately slipped from my memory.I recall one particular person from those early years. Ms. R was my aide in the classroom. She helped me with the sometimes difficult task of learning braille. (I also had a couple braille teachers who came weekly to teach me). As Ms. R was with me daily, we both learned and struggled together. I didn't find out ...

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The Watsons

Submitted to Contest #260

The Watsons by Amanda Stogsdill"Hurry up, will you?" Teresa called over her shoulder. Butterfly puffed along, the strap of her heavy schoolbag digging into her shoulder."It's miserable. I'm sweating buckets!" The thirteen-year-old complained, "Why can't you drive?""Because, my car's broken down, remember? I have school too, you know. Shut up and keep walking." Teresa was also sweating, but wasn't showing it as much as her younger sister. With their identical features and hairstyles, you'd suppose they were twins. Except of course, for their ...

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walls

Submitted to Contest #259

Walls by Amanda Stogsdill Crash! In their room, Christy and Logan awaken, eyes wide. As the angry voices drift to them, both cover their ears. Not this again! Next, the house shakes with a slamming of a door, followed by the roar of a truck's motor.The house is accustomed to this uproar, its walls would have cried if they had been able to. Patched holes, damaged doors, and askew pictures, are evidence of Father's anger.*****"Christy, what's the capital of New York?" The teacher waited, expecting an answer. Silence. Christy slouched in her se...

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Unnamed Voices

Submitted to Contest #258

Warning: This story contains descriptions of abuseUnnamed Voices by Amanda StogsdillThe gates swung open with a heavy creak. I stared up at the gray buildings with their barred windows, like sad eyes gazing out at the world. What's inside? Why so much evil and despair?It began with a photograph. In the closet among the other items of my past, it had lain forgotten for many years. Its edges curled, the black-and-white image faded, it was almost overlooked—except for the faces. ********"No, I won't." Susan screamed, kicking her legs. Her mothe...

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The Secret Summer

Secret summer by Amanda Stogsdill"Are we there yet?" Angie whined for the hundredth time, "How much longer?""Another hour. Now enough fussing." Mom scolded, glaring at her impatient daughter from the passenger seat. Dad drove silently, but grunted in agreement."Do we have to share a room?" Libby grumbled, "She never shuts up!" Their parents replied that no, the girls wouldn't be forced to share."Good!" Both grinned in relief. The once-bickering sisters spent the rest of the journey in contented silence."We're here! Finally." Angie leapt out,...

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no grown ups

No Grown ups by Amanda StogsdillThe lunchroom is crowded and noisy. I dodge around kids fighting over seats, a food fight among the high schoolers, until I spot an empty table in a quiet corner. Finally! Plopping my lunchbox down, I toss my backpack on to the floor beside me. "May I join you?" Lena asks. I nod, she scoots on to the opposite bench."Want to trade?" After swapping our lunches, we get down to business. "We must surprise her before school lets out." I say enthusiastically.Lena nods in agreement, chewing a nectarine. Why Mom packs...

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house guests

Submitted to Contest #249

Warning This story contains some descriptions of abuseHouse guests by Amanda StogsdillThe rain hammered down, drenching everything. Thunder rumbled and lightning lit up the sky. It was an awful night for anyone to be out, but she had no choice. She was fleeing!Sprinting down the street, shoes sliding in puddles, she only wanted to get as far away from that awful prison as quickly as possible. Battered black case in hand, she prayed she wasn't being pursued. Glancing over her shoulder, she didn't notice the woman until she slammed into h...

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Bittersweet

Submitted to Contest #245

Warning: This story contains themes of childbirth.BittersweetBy Amanda StogsdillToday's the day! Scrambling out of bed, I rushed to the window. Not a cloud in sight! In my open kitchen with its wide windows, I prepared my Sunrise breakfast—eggs (sunny-side up), orange marmalade toast, and orange juice. Not one to rush, I nibbled; smiling at my good fortune, the eclipse would happen on my day off.Ring, ring. My peaceful meal was interrupted by that unwelcome sound. "Hello.""Sorry to ruin your day off but ..." Dr. Wilson's voice was urgent but...

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Field Trip

Submitted to Contest #242

Field Trip By Amanda Stogsdill Playground"Okay everyone, listen carefully. We'll meet at the cafe in two hours for lunch. Obey the museum rules, and have fun. Don't forget about your reports. One more thing, is everyone paired up?"Yes, Ms. Jackson.” Thirty kids said, all excited."Very well, you may explore."Squealing and giggling, the sixth graders pushed and shoved their way off the school bus in front of the museum. Two of the last to leave were Courtney and Jasmine. Tapping her cane, Jasmine made her way down the aisle behind Courtney."Th...

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