Amy Dear

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Sprouts of Grace ” by Amy Dear

Submitted to Contest #288

Story includes themes of child loss that may be triggering.Helen skimmed her fingers over the pastel knitted blanket draped over the dark cherry wood cradle. If she inhaled deep enough, she swore she could pick up on the faint lingering scent of baby powder. Logically, she knew too much time had passed for that to be true, but it made the sinking feeling in her chest a little lighter from pretending. The floorboards creaked behind her, but she didn't bother turning around. She could already see the pity written across her husband's face. It ...

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“Justifying Death ” by Amy Dear

Submitted to Contest #215

My fingers instinctively tighten into fists as I watch a middle aged man berating the teenage barista behind the counter. He's wearing a starched three piece suit and his arrogance is far more smothering than the liberally applied aftershave that's permeating the air of the tiny café. The barista cowers with every jab of his index finger, her eyes brimming with tears from his raised voice and needless belittlement. Once he has a complimentary coffee in his hand from the apologetic manager, he's exiting the building with a smug grin. I glance...

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“Sunnyside Up ” by Amy Dear

Submitted to Contest #178

Quinn watched as his sister scarfed down plate after plate of endless pancakes from the local diner while only taking short breaks to smother the carbs in slabs of butter. He tried to avert his eyes and pretend to be interested in something outside the window whenever she'd sense his staring. "Ya know what?" She wiped her mouth on her sleeve and chugged from her orange juice before pointing a syrup dripping fork at him. "You weren't worried about carbs before you got with Linda." She shook her head before stabbing another pancake. Quinn pur...

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“Seeds of Hope” by Amy Dear

Submitted to Contest #90

Natalia blinked at her mother through blurred vision as her luggage grew heavier with every moment. "No, no, no my love. No tears." her mother brushed her soft hands across her cheek and held it there for a moment while wiping away tears with her thumb. "This is not a sad occasion." she moved her other hand to softly hold Natalia's face and gave a gentle squeeze. "This is so you can raise my beautiful grandbaby with your head held high, knowing that you did the best thing to give her a stable future." "Momma-" Natalia began but was cut off...

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“Harlequin Reality ” by Amy Dear

Submitted to Contest #46

"Surprise!" Tilly exclaimed once her face came into view through the open front door. She raised an eyebrow and gave a gentle shake to the wine bottle in her hand. "To celebrate your success, we're getting sloshed tonight!"Sam pursed her lips and glanced nervously at the couch behind her. Tilly followed her gaze and gasped slightly. "Oh! I-I didn't know you had- ahem- a guy over…" she trailed off while looking him up and down in approval."I… I don't. Not really." Sam pinched the bridge of her nose and stepped aside to allow her friend inside...

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“The Loudest Whispers” by Amy Dear

Submitted to Contest #12

Kai popped off the white lid, and lightly swirled his pinky around the foam that frothed on top of his venti latte. He then placed his finger in his puckered lips with a smirk lurking in his mind. Mona rolled her eyes and tried to hide her irritation as she watched the droplets of condensation drip off his lid onto the glass table.  “I really wish you would stop projecting your thoughts like that, Kai. You know it drives me crazy.” She stated between gritted teeth. Oh, I think that young couple is fighting, thought a middle-aged woman t...

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“Transitions” by Amy Dear

Submitted to Contest #3

She grew up in a warm inviting home with close to none the worry or pain; but being the imaginative girl she was, piles of clothing could easily morph into terrifying monsters and shadows on the walls effortlessly mimicked creepy crawlies. With such nightmare fueling things dancing about her room, it goes without saying that bedtime could become a dreadful thing for the wide-eyed child. She was seen as the apple of her mother’s eye; the miracle child that wasn’t deemed possible to ever be conceived. So naturally, her mother’s doting affectio...

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