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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2022
Submitted to Contest #163
Her porcelain hands are cold and lifeless as her shell of a body is on display for all to see. Wispy brown hair as dry and brittle as meadow grass curves around her ears. Studs of the deepest red decorate her lobes. How did it come to this? She thinks to herself, what went wrong? She had been so full of life and laughter, and a future brighter than the stars. But now here she was, nothing but a...
Β I remember the heady scent of pine trees, the crisp aroma of fresh air, and the acrid smell of wood smoke that stained every article of clothing he owned. He was a hearty laugh, a contagious smile, a wise man. There is such a sad, yet happy nostalgic feeling whenever I visit home. The aging pine trees, the passage of time wearing down the white clapboard siding of his house. The maple tree in the front yard grow...
Submitted to Contest #139
Β All scars tell a story. They are the bruises on a heart; dark secrets buried deep inside a weary mind. Or the marks on a door frame. Smudged pencil lines. Faded blue and black ink. Frozen moments worn with time. These are the scars that I bear. It is the mere memory of her that tears my heart asunder. Strawberry locks frame an oval face, accented by amber tinted eyes and a pointed...
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