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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021
The seawater aroma tickles my nostrils with a tangy scent of salt. This.This is where I belong. For me the ocean is more than a place, its the place I go to find myself. I think I love the ocean because it's calm, beautiful, and infinite. But also it's harsh, angry, and magnificent. And that what intrigues me.I lay my starch white canvas on the smooth wood of my easel. For ten years I have lived by the sea, and for ten years I have come to this very cliff to capture its splendor, and for ten years I h...
Alright, let's see. Ah and this one girl she has the hair of a ... you know, screw it. She had black hair. Who cares? This is our main character. She's a bit of a dweeb and a loner. Get used to it. And then there's this asshole, the guy she has a major crush on. (Seriously girl get a grip. He's a douche.) Ah, the girl's best friend has joined the party. Welcome you little hoe. Oh crap, I forgot to tell you their names. O...
“Mama, you can’t stay here alone. It's not up for discussion. Your a 70 year old woman living on your own. Your 10 miles away from town, with a car that runs one day out of the whole year. Your not 20 years old anymore, its time to move on.” Lidia stares at me intently. Her deep blue eyes drilling into me, long blond hair falling gracefully down her back like a waterfall of golden light. She’s a hyper 25 year old girl, w...
I am the only kid in my class who was in foster care, or with a limp. I was blessed with a birth defect and parents who didn’t love me, yay! #blessed. No matter how much my new parents love me, I can’t get over the grudge I have for my real ones. People ask me if I remember my mom at all, and I have to refrain from replying, “Hey moron, didn’t I tell you I was given up at birth? Do you remember first seeing your paren...
Scarlet There are many hard things I have witnessed in my life. Watched my mother die before my eyes. Seen our field slaves beat to a pulp because of a simple accident. Had to nurse my father back to sobriety after his daily nights at the saloon. Now as I see it, all that was easy compared to what I had to do next. Rain falls all around me, bringing ...
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