AnneMarie Miles

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (53)

53 Stories

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“All Your Love Is Gone” by AnneMarie Miles

Submitted to Contest #165

TW: Sex, violence, and strong language. We used to make love to The Doors. It wasn’t even my favorite band or my go-to music genre, but something about Jim Morrison’s voice in Riders on the Storm was insanely sexy when I climbed onto my husband’s lap and invited his mouth onto my breasts; We weren’t really the type of couple that had exotic, acrobatic, or porn-esque kind of sex, but having been together for nearly 15 years, the very fact that we could both still excite the other, laughing and moaning and biting, always made...

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“Where the Rogue Waves Rage” by AnneMarie Miles

I came home for one reason.They knew I hated it, at the beach, but it made sense why I would find them here. There was nowhere else for them to be today, and even though I really just wanted to be home with them, in our pinewood, A-frame cabin the forest, I met them at the shore break.I stood beside my grandmother as she placed a sunflower in the wet sand, and we watched as the waves softly waded in and out, tempting to steal what belongs to the land – or worse, leave it there, tormenting them with the unbearable “why” question (they’d been ...

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“Gone Too Far” by AnneMarie Miles

TW: Strong language.I’m really not a bad person.And truth be told, I think an argument could be made that I’m actually a better person than a lot of the people out there, but hey, I’m not going to make that call (though I would absolutely not disagree if someone else said it first).So, why am I being held by the security of a Better Foods grocery store while they determine if they need to call the real po-po, or perhaps a psychiatrist?It’s honestly not that big of a deal. But Jim, the security guard eyeing me like a mentally unstable lunatic...

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“Newborn” by AnneMarie Miles

Submitted to Contest #162

Trigger warning: This story uses strong and/or offensive language, and describes violence. “It’s impolite to talk with your mouth full. Didn’t anybody teach you that?” Erik said, smirking at his companion. Kirk was holding his meal’s elbow in one hand and their wrist in the other when he looked up. His eyes were like flames, ravenous and burning a glistening gold. His deep crimson chin filleted upwards as he smiled amusingly. “That’s a rule I left behind in a past life. But for your sake, I’ll repeat myself. What I said was, why do you a...

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“Nerves” by AnneMarie Miles

Submitted to Contest #161

Three couples sat in the Kanister’s living room. It was a relatively small party, but for the Kanisters, having more than one or two close friends over felt like a big deal. Mrs. Kanister, who had dissolved her nerves with several pre-party cocktails, was putting the finishing touches, a bowl of mixed roasted nuts, onto a charcuterie board while her husband was entertaining their guests in the living room.“I gotta get something off my chest,” said James Stuart.“Spill it,” Carl Mutton shot back quickly.“I never thought I’d end up at one of th...

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“Dirt Cheap” by AnneMarie Miles

Submitted to Contest #159

Trigger Warning: Discussions of death in a way that might be considered offensive.A large gavel vibrated the tall desk in front of me, and a voice boomed, “Payment accepted.”A glimmering blue transparent being whose shape resembled that of a tall cloaked nun titled its head downward in a bow before turning to the left and disappearing into the boundless darkness around me. If I were not entirely terrified, I might actually have attempted to make logical sense of the physics of wherever I was. Technically, I was standing upright, but beneath ...

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“Wouldn't Hurt A Fly” by AnneMarie Miles

Submitted to Contest #158

He was circling the cigarette between his fingers, watching the embers that slowly drizzled onto the pavement. In one swift swipe, the cigarette was hovering vertically in his palm like a candle, the smoke rising upwards slowly. Just as quickly, Devi flipped his palm down, and the cigarette danced above his knuckles before landing perfectly between his index and middle fingers. Lifting it up to his mouth, he let the skinny tobacco stick part his lips. “You know you’ve got to leave town.” It wasn’t a question. He took a long drag off the ...

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“Bear” by AnneMarie Miles

Submitted to Contest #124

The map was impossible to read. Even if a snow storm hadn’t covered the entire valley last night, I wasn’t sure navigating our way through it would be enough to save Bear. “What do you think, Bear? We keep heading down the mountain?” I shifted my head towards my shoulders so I could see his tired eyes. His only reply a slow blink and a wheezing exhale. I had been carrying Bear, slung across my shoulders, each pair of his legs bound in my hands on either side, for the better part of the morning, at least since the first light reached...

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Author bio

AnneMarie Miles is a children’s music teacher by day, writer by night, and mother always. She studies creative writing at Southwest Minnesota State University from her bed in California. Her poems are published in Beyond Words Literary Magazine, The Concrete Desert Review, Lucky Jefferson, Allegory Ridge, and Prometheus Dreaming (online). Her winning short story, “Cerulean” can be found in Reedsy’s printed anthology, Prompted: Volume 03. Nothing makes AnneMarie happier than doing choreographed dances to hip-hop music in a room full of strangers – except, maybe, sipping perfectly sweetened coffee on Saturday morning. Copyright © 2025 AnneMarie Miles - All Rights Reserved. Using content without written permission is prohibited

Winning 1 story 🏆

Contest #223

Cerulean – read story

Shortlisted 8 stories ⭐️

Contest #227

Blizzard – read story

Contest #221

A Ghost's Testimony – read story

Contest #217

Beowulf: A Guard Dog's Tale – read story

Contest #213

The Lucky Ones – read story

Contest #176

Opening Geraldine's – read story