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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020
She laid there staring up at the mirrored ceiling of her mother's canopied bed, staring back at herself, blank. "Is this even me?" She asks herself, out loud. The words escape the room, that is only divided from the others by a thin sheet. "Whaaaaaat?" Jones beckons from the living room. "Nothing, man. Just spaced out." Lisa answers. Lisa is having a little get together with 3 friends at her mother's lofty style apartment located in a rural, desolate suburb of Memphis. Lisa is 17, and lives with her Mom's parents in a quiet little town abou...
βHoeβs will be hoesβ, man, I donβt know what to tell you, we all warned you about that one.β he replied sternly to his brother like this regularly.Β βYeah what about Britton, though. She doesn't deserve this shit. Her Mother, dude. Just acting a straight up fucking fool. I canβt stand this bitch.β Karl chokes back tears like this on a daily basis. The last 6 weeks, at least, is when Valerie started to act out. It had been coming on so slow yet so fast. Watching his wife transform into this demonic-type possession, had been the hardest p...
"Hey, are we still going tonight?" Mickey asks, impatiently on the other line. "Yes, man! I need to wait for the folks to get home and we are ready to rock. Bring extra clothes, I don't got shit to wear!" Mickey laughs, "Okay, asshole. I'll see you around five." Michelle goes by Mickey, mainly. Although she doesn't mind the nickname, she does feel stuck with it at this point but does secretly prefer to be called Michelle. This point of secret maturity to her makes her feel proud. She adores her Mother and loves the name she chose for her....
Submitted to Contest #68
"It IS the kind you buy in a second hand store!" Tabitha squeals. Her and her found again bestie, marvel at their thrift store finds as they comb the streets of their home town. Both gals ended up making their way back home to their folks a few months apart, due to a split in both girls' marriages. Very different as far as scenarios go, but equally dramatic in nature. Elise and Michael met their demise in silence. They both agreed on everything mundane, but disagreed on some pretty important things. The severity of the strangeness lies in ...
Submitted to Contest #67
When I walked in and saw the bedroom Her and I used to share I could not exactly identify the whirlwind of feelings encircling through and around me. "What in the.... fuck...." I say out loud to myself. That word echoed through the deafening silence, circled back around, and stabbed me directly in the heart. Maybe, at this moment, I felt her pain for the first time? Maybe all at once? I'm really not too sure at this moment, but it really hurts. She destroyed everything that I love, my guitars, my laptop. I need these things, but I am the one...
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