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Audrey Miller

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2025

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Submitted to Contest #311

“Smith! Get over here son!” Prep cook Stockley yelled at the new garbage boy, catching him off guard as he examined a boiling pot of sauce. The young man turned around quickly, almost knocking the thing to the ground but grabbing it just in time. Stockley sighed, as an experienced member of the kitchen he knew that the young boy still had a lot to learn. He hurried over. “Yes?” “I have an errand for you, but if you are too busy examining the condiments I can give it to someone else,” He regarded the young man with rais...

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The Bride, The Maid, and The Buttonhole

Submitted to Contest #309

The familiar feeling of teasing eyes boring into her accompanied Lynette down the dusty road home from school. Occasionally she would hear snippets of a mean conversation as a group of rich girls flounced down the street in their petticoats and skirts, and snickered to each other in a most unladylike way about her clothes. Never mind manners or fairness, these girls had it all, which was more than Lynette could ever dream of.She glanced down at her trousers and bare feet. It wasn’t her fault she had to wear her brother’s old clothes, but it ...

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The Mind Machine

The Mind Machine “Really Aden? A D in maths is the best you can do?” Aden’s Mum waved his report card in front of his face.Aden groaned; he’d heard this lecture to many times before. “I told you Mum, I just have trouble picking up maths.”“And I suppose you have trouble with Music, and Science, and History, and English?”He cringed. He had meant to do well on his English exam, but he forgot to listen to the teacher, and he forgot to study, and well…he ended up forgetting to do well. He opened his mouth to explain this, but before he could, his...

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1901

Submitted to Contest #306

December 31st, 1900It’s the very last night of the century. Mother and Father have thrown a grand gala party for all the blue-blooded families. My callow nature is the reason I am up in my room now, rather than downstairs enjoying the festivities. But I don’t mind too much. I would rather be up here writing in my diary than downstairs engaging in conversation with some of the most loathsome people I know. Mother says my temperament is childish, but even at 14 I don’t think I’m too old to point out the bad manners of Ernest Aster, or the terr...

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