Christy Sutton

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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7 Stories

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“Through her eyes” by Christy Sutton

It is said that the best place to begin is at the beginning. However, sometimes events tarnish the beginning so harshly that it becomes unrecognizable. It becomes frayed in the places where good once existed and replaced with the pain that seeps into every memory, every moment before THE moment. The moment where a new beginning was created. Sharon There are pictures of them at prom, at Disneyland,...

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“Belinda” by Christy Sutton

TW: murder “We begin this broadcast with Breaking News. The body of a woman has been found on the Northside of town near Green Cove Park. There is speculation that this case may be connected to three other victims found in the same vicinity over the past eighteen months. Police Chief Alberts will be giving a news conference at 1:00pm and we will, of course, be airing that live. In the meantime, News Channel 4’s own Aileen Bell is on the scene where the latest victim was found. Aileen, with four victims now discovered, ...

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“The Perfect Flower” by Christy Sutton

“Mommy, oook”Her perfectly shaped lips formed an O as she drew out the word. She bounded forward, racing toward her new discovery. A flower. There, in the middle of the sidewalk, as a beacon of the undeniable season that lies ahead. I remembered our spring days last year, soaking up the sunlight like a sponge after enduring the never-ending winter.Sara bent down low to observe the treasure; her bottom almost touching the ground. Her plump little finger stroked the pale orange petals, the color of sun ju...

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“The Poisonous Apple” by Christy Sutton

It will ALL be okay!The Post-it clung to my bathroom mirror haphazardly. It was there as a reminder to find my happiness, or accept my lack of happiness, or something like that. At least, that is what my therapist told me. Back when I had a therapist. Back when I, or more accurately, my parents, would pay for a therapist.There were sixteen of these notes around my dingy, tiny apartment on the Upper West Side. I had three roommates and no space, and it was still more than I could afford. My two waitressi...

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“The Former Olivia Marie Foster” by Christy Sutton

“Olive, maybe we could brainstorm about some normal activities you can participate in. I think you are probably ready. How do you feel about that?’ I am fairly confident she is not supposed to use the word normal in her sessions but I let it slide. Today is our twenty-sixth meeting. I have shown up at her office for half a year. Of course, I did not have much of a choice but I still made the effort to be here on time and never laughed at her ridiculous questions. I had only rescheduled one appointment over the past ...

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“The Reputable Lie” by Christy Sutton

There are always a million little steps that place us where we are. There are always moments, crossroads, where we have to choose. She knew her own choices led her here and every one of them was made for her survival. Still, she wondered, if she had chosen differently, just one different decision, would she be here, standing before him, wondering how it all came down to this moment?He stared down at her, surveying her as he would an injured puppy. His face was easy to read - pity, inconvenience, annoyance - no sign of lo...

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“Lying in Truth” by Christy Sutton

“I love you” It was the first time she had ever said it, although she had known for years. She whispered the words. He barely heard them in the silence that had become the two of them. He had waited months to watch those three words leave her lips, to taste their sweetness, but this felt futile. He wanted to pull her into his arms, tell her he loved her too, and etch his name forever in her soul. But he couldn’t, not now. They had been here before. They had already had this conversation, on th...

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Author bio

Wife, mom, teacher, wanna-be author, drinker of coffee, teller of truths. Words are my lifeline and I consistently work on becoming brave enough to write out loud. Reedsy Judge