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Amelia Ramble

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

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Bayou Dreams

Submitted to Contest #285

CW: Mentions of death by accident and swearing.‘I remember the day you left because the trees were covered in silver and the sky was on fire.’Osprey’ warbled overhead, as a procession of husks moved in staggered steps, to the tolls of the bell, and my mother’s tears. The dirt in my hands was one wet clump, the soil still holding onto the rain from a week ago. There was no actual rain this morning, just a small reserve of sprinkled relief that the summer heat attacked, and made the reporters crow that the drought had finally broken, and anoth...

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Love as a Witch in a post-modernist world.

Submitted to Contest #275

TW: mentions of familial death, general death, blood.I have learnt to accept that my love story wouldn’t be the Pride and Prejudice of the 21st century. Nor the monsoon epiphany of two- or three- scantily clad adults, sharing woes and overcoming sudden transgressions. After all, manufacturing a love spell was as easy as breathing.Let me begin anew. I could start by telling you how I had been abandoned from a young age by parents unequipped for family life, about the human sacrifices they apparently performed or cursed book that plagued ...

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Prelude

Submitted to Contest #267

CW: Mentions of death, war descriptions, mental health. “–I wish you were here Hector, I wish it more and more every day.’ The letter had come first. An unassuming yellow telegram grasped in the hands of a young post runner. The child was small, barely out of his whelping years – snot dried yellow and white on his nose and across his sleeves. Hands tinged black and blue by ink, and sickness, and the cold bitter wind. I dug around in my own pocket, sorting through thimbles and dried rosemary as I pushed aside idle matchsticks and copper coin...

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To Live A Life Posthumously

Submitted to Contest #186

cw: Mild swearing, and mentions of deathTHE BEGINNINGThe casket was oak with a mahogany finish. A yellow cut sunflower lay haphazardly between the fingers of the body, the most colour offered in the small run down church. Only three people entered the room. Only three took seats in the front isle, chipped gas cans and matchbox's in hand. The uniformity of the black outfits made the room feel smaller, duller. The only respite was the small almost seamless lines of dark grey thread interwoven into the fabric of each person's blazer. An imperfe...

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