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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021
As soon as Henry had opened his eyes, he had a horrible gut feeling the day was going to be bad. He couldn't explain it, but he was cautious in his morning routine.He carefully poured his coffee, making sure every drop made it into his small, grey cup.He carefully ate his breakfast, making sure there was milk before he poured his cereal into his over-sized black bowl.He carefully got dressed, making sure there were no creases in his grey collared shirt or his black plaid pants.Now, as Henry stood in front of his bathroom sink, he tried to sh...
Submitted to Contest #103
Mike got into his car, and could see the sun beginning to rise. He had a ton of meetings today, and had to get to the office by 7:00 A.M. He checked his watch. 6:45. He had time to grab coffee and a quick bite. He pulled into the small local coffee shop, "Topped Off", and headed inside. As he got his order, a hot coffee with a blueberry muffin, he eyed the muffin. "Huh, it's so small, i remember it being bigger. Thank you." The barista, a young college kid, looked up quickly, a smirk on his face. "I'm sorry, what was that?" "Oh nothing, i ju...
Submitted to Contest #101
Chris looked around the spacious living room. The fire in the fireplace made an orange glow, but the fire seemed dimmer then last year. "Hey, can you pause the movie?" his wife asked, snapping him out of thought. She got off the big brown couch, and headed into the kitchen. Chris groaned jokingly, and paused "Elf"."Hot chocolate time!" His five year old daughter,Clarissa, yelled running into the kitchen. Chris watched the pair leave the living room and head into the kitchen. He stared at the giant tree in the living room.They had just finish...
Submitted to Contest #98
Part one This wasn't what the movies made it out to be. Things are supposed to work out, and end happily ever after. You're not supposed to be living in your car, struggling just to barely get by. At least I have my car, and I'm not completely homeless. L.A is full of homeless people. Jaya put the thoughts out of her head, as she looked at the paper in front of her. This script was five pages, more than she had ever had to cold read. Her anxiety was getting the best of her, as she felt a rush to her head, making it hard for her to breathe...
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