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Crystal Wexel

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

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Pink Sunglasses

Submitted to Contest #292

It had been a horrible day. TV programming wasn't cutting it. The whiskey didn’t take the edge off either, but I reached for the glass anyway.I was slightly calmed as I swirled the amber liquid inside, and inhaled notes of oak and bourbon. I lifted it to my lips about to down the last of it when I noticed two small black specks.My vision was blurry, the effects from crying and drinking half a fifth. I squinted, and sure enough, two fruit flies floated on top. Death by drowning.“GOD DAMMIT!”Screaming, I stood and threw my glass. The blue velv...

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L.O.V.E.

Submitted to Contest #290

contains gun violence Marie typed with concentration and a sense of fury. The country has become a formidable and destitute place to exist….. Kindness is being white washed from our minds through media, lawmakers, and AI robots, only to be replaced with fear, mistrust, and hate. American Times allows readers and authors alike to express and reminisce over shared memories of bygone eras, or celebrating small wins in our present day lives. Within these pages, we can breathe a little easier, smile even.The true storie...

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Enigma of the Veil

Submitted to Contest #275

“Excuse me Miss, pardon my trespass, but I can't help but notice your tears, and distress. Would you like to sit a while with me, take a load off? I’m an old man, but I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” The young lady froze, staring at me with big brown eyes. I could see her apprehension in the way she brought her coat to her chest, and furrowed her brow. Whether I was friendly or not, I was still a stranger. Patting the bench next to me, I said, “I understand, miss, if you don't trust me, and choose not to stay, but I’m only offe...

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Eclipse. The, Sun, the Moon , Humans and Beasts

Submitted to Contest #245

Saturday, April 6th 2024“I came here to hide myself away. I have a new outlook on life… if that's what I can call this little world I have created for myself. I moved to Luna Pier Michigan fifteen years ago. With hopes to just … exist… without pressure to perform, or to exceed anyone’s expectations. To learn how to forgive myself, if there is such a thing, and to rediscover my innocence, if any remains. I hope to find mercy, both to give and receive. My life in New York City was fun and exciting at first, tantalizing eve...

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The Captivating Image of the Girl in Green

Submitted to Contest #244

“It just doesn't make sense!” Mandy slapped the Polaroid picture onto the coffee table. “Babe! I swear, I know it sounds like a lie, but I swear to you, I don't remember who that girl is, let alone ever taking her photo! “Mandy stomped her foot and put a hand to her hip, a playful smirk drew at the corner of her lips.“Tom O’Neil! Just get on with it and tell me who she is. I can see that the photo was taken years ago, so I’ve got nothing to be jealous of!”The two had spent most of the afternoon in bed making love and watching movie...

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Darkness Dwells. Evelin's Story.

Submitted to Contest #243

I was sitting on a bench drawing a circle in the sand with my toe. The air smelled of popcorn. Popcorn Friday at school was always a delight, unless of course your mother forgot to give you a quarter. I heard the hallowed pooong! of a dodge ball making contact with the wall, quickly followed by a less hallowed thwaaang! Someone had just taken a hit to the face. “Oh my God! You jerk! You aimed for my face on purpose!” “No I didn't! I can't help if you’re too slow to dodge it!” “Shut up! I’m telling on you!” “Oh, stop rubbing...

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Gypsy Rose and the Long, Long Road

Submitted to Contest #239

Gypsy Rose was just thirteen when the day came that she began to follow a road that she had chosen, separate and her own. Her peers had their own ideas of what life should be, but she was different. The daughter of a drifter and groupie, she felt a deep longing. Something was missing from within, and she wanted; needed to find it. She never felt one of the many, but rather, one of the few. It was a hazy day in Mid June. Gypsy was lagging behind several classmates while on a class trip when she stopped following the g...

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Going the Extra Mile

Submitted to Contest #235

“My palms and feet were sweaty. My heart was racing. I scanned the other racers. Skinny blonde girl with legs for days, a buff looking dude in camo, a little kid maybe eleven, who gave me a dirty, look so I stuck my tongue out at him. There were a lot of serious looking racers, but some jokers too. Some people wore tutus and were singing. I ignored the queasy feeling in my stomach, thinking it was likely just nervous butterflies. Although nervous, I was pretty pumped about running my first 5K with Tammy from accounting. “Tammy from ac...

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A life.... time.

Submitted to Contest #234

Rita sat in the mauve vinyl chair, her thin legs covered with several white blankets, the heat having escaped them despite the nurse bringing them from the warmer. She shivered in response to the clinic's cool temperatures, and the feel of the ice chips on her tongue, but mostly she shivered at the sight of the IV drip from the bag that hung over her head. She watched stoically as the fluid traveled from the bag, down the tube, and into her body. It was several minutes before she spoke to her daughter. "I'm proud of you and your sister ...

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