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C. H.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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The Big Bad Truth

C. H.

They call me the Big Bad Wolf. Cute, right? Makes it sound like I’m the villain in some fairy tale cooked up to scare kids before they drift off to sleep. I’ve heard the rumors, yeah, how I gobbled up some sweet old granny and tried to make a two course meal out of her precious granddaughter. Honestly, I’d be flattered if it wasn’t so insulting. No one ever asks for my side of the story, though. Typical. But since you’re here, settle in. Let me tell you how things really went down. And, hey, it’s not what you think. I’d been mi...

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Still

C. H.

The hardwood floors are cold, and I feel each seam as it scrapes along my knees and palms, but the pain registers dully, lost somewhere between sensation and memory. Every day, I move across these boards, floorboard by floorboard, like a river worn into a pattern by the press of decades. Only this river flows because of a body that won’t listen to me anymore. There was a time, and it doesn’t feel that long ago, when I was a different person entirely. I was the one my friends joked couldn’t sit still. “Fidget,” they’d call me, laughing as I t...

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Deprivation

C. H.

Submitted to Contest #273

She’d been alone for 2,191 days, and most probably was going to die alone. How many days did she have left? She didn’t have a clue. She wasn’t physically afraid of an intruder, even though she lived in a rural wooded area. She knew she had the lord on her side, and a shotgun on the other. She would have no problem burying a few bullets into someone’s chest if their intent was to hurt her. Why would she? Would you? I don’t want to hear your reasons if you answered ‘yes’. This was no longer the time of soft thoughts. Hell, empathy had disappea...

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The Faces in the Mirror

C. H.

Shortlisted for Contest #271 ⭐️

Hannah sat in her wheelchair, staring out the window as dusk settled over the world outside. The silhouette of the treetops absorbed the fleeting light of the setting sun. As another day closed, she found her mind wandering back before. The once bustling life of adventure and ambition she had in her twenties felt like a distant dream. In 24 years of MS, she had lost mobility and independence. Now, at fifty, multiple sclerosis had shrunk her world to the size of her home, her broken body, and her wheelchair. The days blurred together, each on...

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Once Upon A Psychopath

C. H.

Submitted to Contest #271

Boone watched herons hunt along the river’s edge as fog turned the damp leaves into fleeting glitter. He’d come to this spot for months, the marshy landscape reminded him of home. He decided to return to Louisiana, unsure why he’d left in the first place. His Vermont house, perched on a wooded hill with berry bushes and a view of Mount Mansfield, offered solitude, but it wasn’t home. By 4 a.m., he was back at the river for one last sunrise before packing his things. As cattails swayed in the breeze and blackbirds called, Boone followed a dra...

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Author bio

A multi-disciplinary artist and writer, specializing in fiction, poetry, and prose. As a disabled woman, my work often explores themes of resilience, identity, and transformation. With a deep passion for veganism, I advocate for compassion and sustainability through my art and lifestyle. My artistic practice extends beyond writing, encompassing painting, drawing, & watercolor, where I create evocative pieces that echo the emotional depth found in my literary work. Through each medium, I seek to tell stories that inspire and challenge, inviting others to connect with both the beauty and complexity of the human experience.

1 shortlisted story ⭐️

Contest #271

The Faces in the Mirror – read story