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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020
There was a crackle and hiss. Faint though they were, I felt them down to my core, beckoning to me. I stirred from my prolonged sleep, latching onto the sound, searching for its source, and caught onto it. It flared up, the rush tingling through my limbs as they stretched out, like yawning babes waking from a deep slumber only they could muster. I licked at the air, the chilly evening far too cold for my liking. Far too cold for the man who stood before me too, apparently.
The first accursed vibration resonates through me, causing my flower’s petals to bounce and sway precariously as they take in the shock. Plop. A tremor runs up my legs, and I struggle to stay put as I sway back and forth. Plop. Another drop descends almost directly upon me, and a shiver racks my body. I flutter my wings and half-fly, half-fall towards the nearest patch of undergrowth. I hear the pounding up above, beading and reaching past the shady foliage that protects me. <...
2099Seven minutes left. Seven minutes until an asteroid crashes into the Earth, decimating ten billion people in one clean swipe. Sure, people have planned for this sort of thing on many occasions before, but they weren’t based on cold, solid facts. However, this time… I think this will be the one. The only thing that has been talked about for the past few years comes down to this one moment; I’d be a fool to look the truth in th...
The peal of church bells, slow and heavy. On the ninth toll, she lifted her eyes from her scrawling script, hand cramped, eyes stinging, and turned towards the light-speckled night. There. The tell-tale outline of his silhouette, moving to and fro, bending down, fading out, then coming back again to lean against the window sill and take in the crisp autumn air. A shiver ran down her spine, and she bent back over her writing, scribbling with renewed vigour. After a while she sighed, got to her feet, and glanced ba...
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