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Cate Stamper

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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Cate Stamper

Submitted to Contest #186

“This is unfair.” “Don’t talk to me like that. This is all your fault.” “How is it my fault? You’re the one who-” “No! Just stop it! You can’t keep blaming me, Libby. You just can’t.” “Oh, so it’s all my fault, and I suck, right? Oh, don’t roll your eyes at me, Adam!” “I’m not rolling my eyes, I’m just looking at the ceiling.” “Don’t use that tone with me!” “Oh, just shut it already! It’s over now. You can't talk to me like that anymore.” “Like what, Adam? Like, what am I ‘not allowed to talk to you like? Huh? Care to elaborate?” “L...

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Through The Round Window

Cate Stamper

Submitted to Contest #174

Harry used to buy me flowers back when we were dating. He would buy them before he came to pick me up and present them to me while I giggled in joy. He was sweet on me long before I said yes to a date. All my friends were jealous of him, and my father gruffly nodded his approval after meeting him for the first time. It was like a dream. When we got engaged, Harry decided that we ought to buy a house for when we were married. Our little townhome was smaller than he wanted, but I loved it. My favorite part of it was the window. When we first s...

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The Ghost of a Smile

Cate Stamper

Submitted to Contest #161

There are a lot of things I wish I knew about death before it hit me. Like how the pain you felt right before just suddenly fades away. Or how you really do get this sense of peace and understanding when you go. Or how you can become a ghost. Being a ghost is not exactly something I would recommend, however. Because you don’t get to move on from the people you love. Because they aren’t gone to you. Sure, you can’t interact with them anymore, but you still get to watch them. I get to watch her eyes flutter open in the morning like they did wh...

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Special Like Her

Cate Stamper

Submitted to Contest #158

The inner ring is beautiful. Well, perhaps beautiful is the wrong word. It is very intense, very bright. It is clean, shockingly clean. Everything from the architecture to the people is perfect. The middle rings are fine at first. In the first middle ring, the only real difference is the new inclusion of color into the clothing and buildings. It starts subtly at first, this addition of color, but it is still refreshing after the eye-watering white of the inner ring. As one begins to go further into the middle rings, one will see a less desir...

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An Interview With Mr. Frawns

Cate Stamper

"Stay the course," James muttered to himself as he prepared for his interview. It was his parent's dream that he go through with this. They always spoke so highly of the program. James didn't want to disappoint them again. He had the typical high school and college experience for someone of his background. Typical rich kid partying away his days barely passing his classes. Gentlemen's C's as his father would say. But now it was time to grow up and do something meaningful. Then amazingly, his father pulled some strings and got ...

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The Comet Of Love

Cate Stamper

Submitted to Contest #141

I could not believe I was at Comet Pizzas. It had to be the worst place in town. I didn’t expect to go to some five-star steakhouse or anything but seriously? This place has been shut down twice by the health inspector. The last time I ate here I was five at Becky Smith’s birthday party and got food poisoning. It was brutal. Twenty screaming five-year-olds all puking. I was here for my first date with Scott Owens. Ever since he moved here at the start of the year, I’ve had a crush on him. Me and about half the girls and some guys in o...

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As I Grow

Cate Stamper

Submitted to Contest #140

I remember many things from my life. When I look back to childhood, there’s so much I could focus on. But no memory will ever be as ingrained in my head as my mother saying “grow up” is. I can see her face, the way her eyes narrowed, and how her mouth looked. How her voice sounded as she delivered this harsh statement. I heard this statement many a time in my youth. Granted, it was almost always directed towards my father, not me. My parents tended to bicker, their words like venom. They fought a lot. I grew up on a farm. My dad spent...

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