Carmen Grey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Killer by the Clock” by Carmen Grey

If only Rick Tanner had been warned. Warned before the three chimes from the clocktower – the three seconds for realization that were given, too late, as the shot cracked through the air. The clocktower stood still, presenting itself as a lone witness. The rain bathed the pavers and the blood dissipated.---A town sat in pleasant silence, barely a sound made but for a soft wind. Shrubbery and well-kept two-story houses lined the cobbled streets. Orange globes sat on tall, black posts, casting weak, but comforting light. The moon hung – half v...

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“Solace and Scarlet” by Carmen Grey

Sensitive content: mention of deathHow crooked his body felt as he edged his way out from the stiff sheets. How brittle his bones felt, creaking like the cold, ancient floorboards did as he shuffled to the bedroom door. How hollow his sigh felt as it slid past his dry lips, lips that had only met blank air for a time too long to measure. How empty the room felt as he left it and edged down the lonely corridor, in the lonely house, occupied by one lonely man.Movements too slow – those of somebody whose weeks and years were drawn out, a broken...

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“YOU CAN'T RUN BUT YOU CAN HIDE” by Carmen Grey

Sensitive content: blood-mention of abuse“Bad move, bad move, bad move,” the idiot mutters -that idiot being me.Running for my life, and THIS is the place I chose to hide?“Bad move.”I’m not claustrophobic. The fear of the breath being slowly squeezed from my lungs and the darkness folding sickeningly around me is just the terror of being chased by someone who is out for blood. My blood.Why did I choose this place?The clutter is suffocating. Boxes upon boxes crowd in on every side- half burying me. I could just as easily die by being crushed ...

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“Memories Like Smoke” by Carmen Grey

Submitted to Contest #184

Arya Locke glanced down at the knife in her hands. It trembled slightly and she tightened her grip.Thinking too hard could seal her fate. Thinking too little was just as deadly a mistake.She walked over to the window, in reflection.Dusk was arriving on slow currents, the sun setting: a distant orb of orange. The sky hueing to dimmer shades, fading down into the grey buildings and the few sad trees, with green heads bowed in their lonely sorrow. The only ones sentenced to this monotoned and strangely empty street.She hadn’t always hated New Y...

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Author bio

"Feeling the rhythm inside of my chest, All I need is just a pen. I know I was born for this." -The Score