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Brya Wallace

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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Poisonous Love

Brya Wallace

Submitted to Contest #81

Trigger Warning: Suicidal ideation, abuse, self-harm I wiped my clammy hands on my black skinny jeans, my blue eyes nervously scanning the scenery around me. I could barely appreciate the beauty of the warm summer’s day in the park I was waiting in, staring across the sea of perfectly manicured grass that was peppered with blooming trees and flowers. Despite the heat of the day, the park was oddly stagnant, without only a few stray wandering souls making their way through, yet none were the familiar face I was waiting for. This was a bad i...

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You Know I Love You, Right?

Brya Wallace

Submitted to Contest #79

Lane heard the stumbling footfalls of his intoxicated mother advance up the stairs of his house. He silently started begging to anyone who would listen for her to put herself to bed, and save him from her drunken torment. A feeling of trepidation shivered through him, hearing her approach his door rather than continue down the hall to her room. A little tap assaulted his bedroom door and it didn’t wait for an answer before slowly creaking open and giving way to his Mum’s silhouette peeping around the doorway, “Are you still awake?” Asking a...

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Blizzard

Brya Wallace

Submitted to Contest #77

“Seth, you better leave soon, or you’re going to get stuck!” “I’m nearly finished here!” Seth called back, though they cared little about what he did and his words echoed off of the closing door. It was only midday, yet everyone had been told to evacuate home as there was a blizzard set to roll through; which had already descended on the city. Seth felt no rush to leave though, truth was, it was easier to work in the empty office, and he found his anxious mind was easy to settle on the task at hand rather than worry about the bodies that wa...

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Emergency

Brya Wallace

Submitted to Contest #76

Trigger warning: school shooting “911 where’s your emergency?” “Oh my God, please don’t be dead…please…” “Hello?” “Oh my god…” “Ma’am? Ma’am, I need you to talk to me,” “Its my friend! She’s been shot! Please help!” “Okay ma’am, please let me know your address so I can send people,” “Red Lake Senior High School, please hurry! Oh my God, don’t be dead…” “The school?” “Yes, the school, send someone, quick!” “I have police and ambulance on the way, okay? What’s your name?” “My name?” “Yes,” “Cassie. Cassie Bernall…why is that important?”...

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Fortress of Solitude

Brya Wallace

Submitted to Contest #75

“I’m ready,” I declared, “I’m ready to get out of this house and explore the world,” I grinned at my parents. They smiled back at me, a sense of relief painted across their face as they gave each other a sideways glance, “We’ll help you,” Dad said quietly back “we’ll do this together.” --- It was a school like any other, so I’m not sure why it had to change my life; ruin my life before it had even had a chance to begin, in essence. I was an average teenager, as in to say there was nothing extraordinary about me and I was just like every ot...

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Remorse

Brya Wallace

Submitted to Contest #70

Adrian bestrode atop her supple frame, his hand entangled in her silky ebony hair and he thrust into her. He stared deeply into her sickly green eyes, infected with the look of betrayal, and awash with tears. She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stop them from flowing freely down her cheeks as she silently pleaded with him to stop. He wanted to, but he didn’t feel in control of his faculties. As he moved to pull away, he instead dislocated himself from his body; floating above and watched his own sweaty, muscular body defile her smaller f...

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Ritual

Brya Wallace

The crisp cold air stung my face sharper than any blade as I ventured forth through the forest toward the base of the mountain, where my lover was waiting for me. I raced against the rising sun, hoping to get there before it started its painting across the almost blank canvas that was the night sky, stars poking holes and breaking up the singular colour of the dark navy blue. I emerged from the edge of the forest; the first thing to catch my eye was the insignificant silhouette of Hunter sitting at the boundary of the lake that was lying ben...

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