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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020
Submitted to Contest #49
Her entire body was contorted in pain... her insides churned and her head throbbed. Her skin was descending into descending into absolute ugliness and despair; so thick, so waxy, so prone to wounds, she could barely do anything anymore. It itched and itched and itched, but she'd wound herself if she scratched it at all. "Mum, here's your buttermilk," came a deep but innocent voice from the door of her room as a tall, fit young boy walked in, a faltering smile slapped onto his face but genuine eyes full of love and care looked at the woman ...
Submitted to Contest #38
A soft melody travelled into Aria's ears, and she was filled with a wave of nostalgia. Her grip on the almost-empty teacup loosened and she fell back in her chair at the dining table just near her balcony.It was a piece she hadn't listened in a while, one that reminded her of a loved one. She wondered why the pianist played the accompaniment, although she quickly figured the player was probably practicing for a performance. For the time being, she increasingly lost herself in the delicate playing and the soft thudding of the piano's keys; sh...
Submitted to Contest #37
"You were born yesterday," Shoma said quietly in a small voice.Metai was in shock. That could not be true, she thought, afraid to think anymore. She had turned sixteen the day before. Sixteen.Metai's mind was in chaos.All those moments of her life... she remembered them so clearly. The day she went to her first dance lesson. Her teacher wore the warmest smile possible, guiding Metai's movements with the clap of her hands as the little girl danced to a simple tune, first going freestyle then following the kind lady. She remembered h...
Submitted to Contest #26
The old man sat under the colourful evening sky with a gentle smile, his eyes closed as he sang a gentle tune to accompany the plucking of his Sanishen. Numerous passers-by stopped to take a moment's rest, enjoying the rich sound that filled their ears as they stood on the humble path. The man was pleased to see such a fruitful result of his music, and each song's strength only ever increased.The listeners showered the man with applause as a song ended, placing numerous coins in his hat as a modest payment. He bid them all a good day before ...
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