Cedar Moss

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“I Thought We Were The Good Guys” by Cedar Moss

Submitted to Contest #289

I thought We Were the Good Guys The United States of America. A beacon of hope and light, democracy and prosperity for the whole world. We are the defenders of human rights and democracy and always there to help the hungry and the oppressed. We live the good life here in America. We live how everyone wants to live and how everyone should live. The land of freedom that oppressed people from all over the world escaped to. We are the good guys. A light without a shadow. Oh yeah. Of course, when...

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“The thrill and Terror of it All” by Cedar Moss

Submitted to Contest #288

Oh how the storm is raging: outside. I am safe: inside. The wind makes sound but can’t even rattle the windows. I’m excited by the storm yet uneasy at feeling so very protected. I have always loved a good storm. Well, almost always. Listening to the wild wind I remember vividly, when the terror, for a while, outweighed the thrill of the storm. Finally I was on MY boat. I had spent the last several months scrounging wood from old chicken coops and long abandoned moss covered shacks along the river. I’d gathered shingles from a...

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“My Beloved Child ” by Cedar Moss

Submitted to Contest #284

Do you remember that story in the Bible where Jesus is getting baptized and the sky opens, a dove descends, and the voice says, “This is my beloved son in whom I am well pleased.”? Don’t you wish everyone, I mean everyone, would get to experience that? It would, of course, once and for all quell that nagging voice inside that says: “I’m not good enough, no one cares, I messed up again.” Ever wonder what else it might do? Well it happened to me. Really, it did. I Was lying in bed. So, you can call it a dream. ...

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“What Am I Gonna Say? ” by Cedar Moss

Submitted to Contest #276

I knew she would ask. She always does. What am I gonna say? Of course, the story doesn’t start there. Yikes, I wonder where it does start? I guess the second week of 7th grade is a good a place to start, when Jenifer rushed up to me with a secretive gleam in her eye, “I know who likes you, Linda?” “Who?” “Mark Truman.” “Who is Mark Truman?” A day or two later someone pointed him out playing catch with a football in the hall. A skinny guy with a crew cut and a strange point of hair co...

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“Of Course I'm a Witch” by Cedar Moss

Submitted to Contest #275

-Mirror mirror on the wall…. Look at that reflection!!! Blonde curls falling gently on my shoulders. Bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Truth be known, I look kind of sweet and innocent. Even after all these years it still makes no sense to me. You think I don’t know what witches are supposed to look like? Black scraggly hair, warts on nose of course, scrawny as a scarecrow. Certainly not these luscious curves (as I have heard them referred to). Even if I wanted them to, no one would believe ...

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“New Eyes” by Cedar Moss

Submitted to Contest #239

This story includes descriptions of war war. New Eyes Kando woke up shaking and crying. Julie, her mother, came running. Kando tried to curl up in her mother’s lap, wishing she could fit like she used to, back when she believed her mother could make everything ok. Julie wrapped her arms around her as she wept. When she was finally able to speak, Kando told her mother the dream that had awakened her. “I was playing in the forest with a few squirrels. It was so beautiful. I could even see this lovely shinny lig...

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