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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020
Submitted to Contest #68
The morning sun glowed, turning the sky into a pinkish haze, the wisps of clouds making the sunrise look like something out of a drawing. Her warm hazel eyes glowed as she took in the beautiful masterpiece, the last one she would ever see. No, donβt think of that. I shake my head, a few loose tears escaping. Quickly, before she sees, I wipe them away. Itβs not fair to be crying in front of her like this, especially since sheβs smiling.Β Her smile, her eyes, her hair, everything about her was just perfect. She squeezed my hand tightly,...
Submitted to Contest #65
Hunter Brute was a vampire. It wasn't like he hid it from people, but he didn't exactly tell them either. Those that did know normally didn't live to tell the tale, and that's how he liked it. His father, a pure-blood leader of the Blood Rose Clan, had decided to expand his territory into the suburban neighborhoods. Which meant Hunter had to attend school like a normal teenager would, except the fact that he wasn't a normal teenager. "Hunter, try to fit in as best as you can. We don't want them questioning us any more than they already do,...
Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The smoke lifted high into the darkness and the crackling of the blaze carried out into the silence of the night. I was in a trance; I couldn't look away if my life depended on it. Did I do this? No, I couldn't have.The sirens knocked me out of my trance and I backed away, slowly at first, before finally turning and running inside.I stared at my hands. This wasn't my fault. 'I told you it's not safe here. Your power is too much for you to control at the moment. Now, how are you going to...
Submitted to Contest #62
Ever since I was a little kid I was told exactly how my life was going to play out. I was born into a rich family, who did everything they could to give me a good life and education. That meant I got a chip placed into my wrist.. Now, for all those Christians out there, sorry but no, itβs not the end of times. The chip only tells them what my future holds.Β Most people are only told small snippets of their future, only see flashes of what they are supposed to be. Me? I see everything, and my family takes that for granted. To see my fu...
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