Amber Sayer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2024

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4 Stories

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“Being a Champion” by Amber Sayer

Submitted to Contest #260

Kiera rubbed her arms, hoping her gloved hands would melt the goosebumps off her arms, but knowing they were more a product of nerves than the November chill. Unlike all the other races during the season, the ribbon of girls fanning out on the starting line displayed a more diverse array of uniforms.Today was the Northeast regional Junior Olympics Cross Country race. How can I possibly finish in the top 10 for Nationals in this huge race if I got 10 in that first meet of the season against just two middle school teams?Kiera tried to put...

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“The Value of Paper” by Amber Sayer

Submitted to Contest #251

Ella was always searching—searching for the tangible to find the intangible.She was an unmoored ship, hoping that her love for history and antiquing would somehow be the North Star she needed to find a solid dock in the world.Every Saturday morning, Ella went to an antique shop, a yard sale, or the take-it-or-leave-it area at the dump, looking for treasures that would provide avenues to escape into different worlds, different times, and different lives.The abandoned relics she shopped for held mysteries of lives she stitched together, buildi...

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“Both Sides Now” by Amber Sayer

Submitted to Contest #250

“Are you comin’ to my game Saturday, Dad?” “Ah. Sorry, champ. Remember that conference in Paris last month? Milo looked up from macaroni that smelled of freezer. He missed eating food off a plate. He even missed his mom haranguing him to finish his broccoli. At least that broccoli needed to be chewed. “Well, that committee appointed me to go to Moldova. Pretty cool, huh?” Where’s Moldova? His father plunged his fork into one of the plastic tray’s compartments. Gray mashed potatoes peeled off in one congealed mound. “But, hey, I’ll get you a ...

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“The Hats Mom Wore” by Amber Sayer

Submitted to Contest #249

“Come on, sweetie. I need you to get up because mommy has a big day ahead,” goaded Janet, trying her best to use a motherly singsong voice. She opened the blinds, specks of floating dust glistening like suspended flecks of dancing glitter as they caught the sun’s morning rays. Lucas didn’t move. She heard an indistinguishable groan, perhaps a grunt or a cough. He was normally a morning kid, to say the least. The moment she came to rouse him for the day, he’d spring up in his little bed like a pop-up book character finally freed f...

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