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Cheryl Martin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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The Architect in the Shadows

Submitted to Contest #263

The city of Morwenna sprawled beneath a twilight sky, its buildings huddled together like conspirators beneath a cloak of perpetual dusk. Somewhere amidst the labyrinth of alleyways and towering structures, Marcellus Draegan watched over his domain. His heart pulsed with an energy that few could understand, a relentless drive that had pushed him to where he was now: the most feared and respected man in the underworld. He had been called many things—monster, tyrant, villain—but those words were whispered by the weak, the unworthy. To Marcell...

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Survivor's Gratitude

Submitted to Contest #261

Survivor’s Gratitude In the bustling city of Eliot, there lived a man named Jack. Over the past several years Jack had become a hardwired cynic. To him, the world was bleak, filled with disappointments and false hopes. He worked as an accountant, a job he found monotonous but stable. His friends often joked that he saw the glass not just half empty but probably poisoned, too. Jack's cynicism wasn't without reason. A few years earlier, he had survived a near-fatal car accident. The physical scars had healed, but the emotional ones had left hi...

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Bound by Time

Submitted to Contest #154

I stand naked before the full-length mirror in my bedroom. It tells truths. I am old now, but I don't have to be. There are ways. I look at my body. A deep crevasse runs upwards on my left cheek, and many tinier lines crackle across my right. My eyes - left blue, right green - were once vibrant, but now they look dull. They see everything; they see nothing. My breasts sag; I can only see the top of my areolas. Not a surprise, they've been large since puberty. I look at my belly. It is no longer flat, but rather it plunges out and over so I ...

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One Hundred Twenty Seconds: It's the Only Difference

Submitted to Contest #151

Exactly twenty-two years to the day I was born on his birthday. December 31, 1991. My dad, Alexander Daikos Galatas I, entered the universe on December 31, 1969. Not only were we born on the same day twenty-two years apart, but we were also nearly born within the same two minutes. But, we were afforded a tad more distance. My dad was born at 11:29 PM and I came into the world at 11:31 PM. Yes, we shared the same birthday almost exactly. Only one hundred twenty seconds separated us. Two people, divided, yet locked in perpetuity by o...

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