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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019
Submitted to Contest #62
The cliffs seem to rise out of the thrashing ocean. Resolute. Calling those brave enough to approach. To wiggle their toes into the dirt where it falls away. To stand at the edge of nothing just for the fun of cheating death. People claim the wind blows stronger here. That it races through the tall grass to pull on the clothes of travelers begging them to try their luck against the hand of fate. The cliffs were beautiful once. The kind of beautiful that stays locked behind thick glass at a muse...
Submitted to Contest #35
It’s the smell that takes me back. The way the cherry blossoms infuse the wind that caresses its branches, it smells like the world is waking up like all the regrets have been washed away with the melted snow and all is fresh and new. It used to be the smell of shopping for summer clothes, planning family barbecues, and lazy days with my friends. Now it smells like burning rubber on tar, like screaming sirens, like empty promises. I pull myself out of bed, shivering as I trade the warmth of my cocoon for the unforgiving world b...
Submitted to Contest #18
I recline in my seat, gazing at the once in a lifetime view out my window. Everything is fine. As normal as it can be while orbiting earth on the way to Mars. The impact is harsh and sudden. The ship is knocked off course. I’m thrown from my seat, my head crashing onto the table in front of me. White stars overtake my vision and pain shoots through my head. The lights go out. My heart beats fast. My air comes rapidly, too rapidly. The computer screen is beeping, flashing a blindingly bright red light a...
Submitted to Contest #17
The heat in the car is on too high. The dry air burns my nose but I don’t turn it off. In the driver's seat next to me Ashley has been talking since our car pulled out of our driveway and away from the comforting lights of our home. She’s been talking about her family, the ones we are speeding towards, but I’ve drowned her out, opting instead for the quiet of my own mind preoccupied with details that are meaningless. My overactive imagination brings me back to past Thanksgivings. I can see my childhood self lost...
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