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Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021
Submitted to Contest #127
Kristy stared at her hand, it looked like it always did.  She hadn’t really expected anything to be different, however the feeling she was experiencing at the moment was completely outside her knowledge. If her arm had turned a new colour or into a liquid pile of ooze it would at least help, make sense of the situation. In her head she knew that the plan was sound, and everyone else sitting around the darkened room was in agreeance. Yet she could not bring herself to feel happy about it. She was the sort of person who liked to look...
Submitted to Contest #104
The knock at the door interrupts her thoughts. She walks quickly to the door annoyed about the interruption and hopes she can get them away as quick as possible. “Hi Jess, can I come in?” says Edward as she opens the door. She decides that a bit of company wouldn’t be all that bad. “Yeah, sure I’m just about to watch a movie” “Oh cool, I thought that you’d be out tonight” “No just a quiet night in for me, are you hungry, the pizza will be ready soon” Edward hadn’t seen it before, but he loves it. They probably spend more time talking about...
Submitted to Contest #101
Wyatt had been in the bush that surrounded the town many times. All the kids played in there, less so as they grew older. Now he mainly went to gather the ingredients his master needed. Today though it was different. He didn’t just need ingredients he needed goldwood that in itself wasn’t unusual as he had gotten goldwood plenty of times, it burned longer and hotter than normal wood and grew quickly so it was quite practical, the difference was that this time all the other stores had sent apprentices to fetch it as well. Not to mention the v...
Submitted to Contest #96
The town was quiet, most of the young people were away at school or University. The stranger walked to the park in the centre of town and sat down at one of the benches. Usually, the thing to do was sit down in a bar and cause a scene without saying a thing. He didn’t plan that this time though, not that he ever really wanted to make a scene, it just came with the territory. He had a lot of regrets in his life. He knew in part his actions were to blame for the state of this town. He had made many wrong decisions in his youth. Yet through eve...
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