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Anna Boyer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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Fortune's Misgivings

Submitted to Contest #152

I’ve always had these ideas in my head about fortune-tellers. They’d live in musty back alley parlors, deep within a room filled with a haze of lavender and myrrh. A wrinkled woman wrapped in robes of wisteria would take your hand and direct your gaze toward a pearly translucent orb that sits on the table covered in beads. She’d close her eyes and chant mysteriously before spilling out the tantalizing hints of your future like silky drops of plum tea. The exotic trinkets would clatter and ring. Sunlight would stream thickly through the dust....

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Planet Eleven

Submitted to Contest #48

You’d think that having a superpower would be great.  I’m sure anyone in their right mind, upon discovering that they were a real life Superman, wouldn’t hesitate to jump into those primary colored-spandex suits and take off. Everyone has fantasies of doing something heroic, of being lauded and praised, of proving to everyone around them that they really were special all along, see?  But it’s not all roses and applause. Don’t believe me? Let me tell you. How brushed up are you on your history? You probably know that in 2076, the...

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Icy Demeanor

Submitted to Contest #48

The shock hit her much more quickly than the cold had. While the latter was more of a slow burn, gently taking her hand and leading her into the freezing waters until her nose was stinging and her feet numb, the former had bowled her over like a train, leaving her shaking, breathless and doubled over. The victim’s vision swam.  Not four yards away lay a body cloaked in neon orange and white, motionless in the snow. The name tag identifying the figure simply as “Captain” was peeling off at the corner and flapping desperately in the wind...

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