Candace Thompson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Painted” by Candace Thompson

Submitted to Contest #14

As a child my father was always more of a friend than a parent. He would consider a bowl of candy as a full meal; he would let bedtime be whenever our tired bodies could no longer stay awake. We would play video games at odd hours of the night and day and whisper our victories and defeats to avoid awaking my sleeping mothers’ wrath. My father would play games more than cook dinner, he would have petty arguments in which his main persuasion was that he would not be my friend anymore if I so told on him for not doing the dishes or for denting ...

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“Once more” by Candace Thompson

Submitted to Contest #14

This room is too hot. I can’t help but want to complain over the sweltering degrees of the room especially provided that it’s damn near winter already. Fall is a season that I feel I could do without. There is something so fickle about it, at least in Marritonis. It’s November 3rd, 2016, my name is Vini Wiesner, I am 15 years old, and I am currently spending my days between the padded walls of Bristico county facility for the mentally deranged. It is always too hot here. The f...

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“what is scarier than death?” by Candace Thompson

Submitted to Contest #5

Have you ever stared death in the face? looked upon it's beady eyes, and saw your own mortality? I have looked death in the face many times. I saw death in my fathers eyes, as he lay in his room at the hospital. I felt death, in the cold hands of my grandfather, who remain still in his bed. I have heard death, in the voicemails of my grandmother after her voice had gone silent. I have met death on multiple occasions. When my cat was put down, when my cousins car wrapped around a tree, when a noose wrapped around the neck of a boy in my town....

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“To love somebody, again” by Candace Thompson

Submitted to Contest #4

After having your heart broken. Many questions spiral through your head. How did this happen? How could I have changed it? How did I let him go? How could he betray me? How am I still breathing how could I ever think, to love somebody? I pondered this, for days on end after Andrew left me. We used to do everything together. We went to the same school, worked at the same job, shopped at the same stores. We shared a house for Christs sake! Now? It's just me. Tucked away in the corner of our local coffee shop, " The Brew". I stay hidden in a sm...

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