Cyndy Reads

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (20)

20 Stories

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“Etta” by Cyndy Reads

Submitted to Contest #50

               “You are grounded for tonight.”                “But-!”                “You are forbidden from going to the festival.”                “Elvina!”                “If I see you sneaking into the festival, your grounding will last a whole moon phase instead.”                “But all my friends are going to be there!” Fayetta spat out.                Elvina shook her head...

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“The Knitting Circle” by Cyndy Reads

Submitted to Contest #49

               Funerals really are the strangest parties.               They have all the makings of an absolute rager: food, drink, music, people you know, people you haven’t seen in years, people you don’t know from Adam, a rented pad to house everyone, paid help keeping things running in the shadows. Yet not a single funeral I’ve ever attended has turned into a real party. Everyone...

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“The Shore” by Cyndy Reads

Submitted to Contest #48

               “Anna, would you mind giving me a hand with the laundry?”                Anna looked up, Janine’s exhausted face slack as she stood over the laundry baskets. She nodded, getting up from behind the desk in the nurse’s station and walking over to help wheel the baskets.                “Thanks Anna, I owe you one.” I’m so fucking tired.                Anna smiled at Jani...

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“Positions!” by Cyndy Reads

Submitted to Contest #47

               Welcome, Spy. Please enter your name.                Jon.                The mission you are about to receive, Jon, is of the utmost urgency. Our national security is threatened, the very last threads of democracy hanging in the balance. Only the best were considered for such an overwhelming task, and your reputation proceeds you.                The task is simple: Eliminate t...

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“The Chronicler” by Cyndy Reads

Submitted to Contest #46

The Chronicler tapped the ink-wet quill impatiently against his desk, tiny black speckles adorning his old ceremonial coat, the desk, and the soft hay floor. The Book of Chronicles sat before his sharp nose and twitching whiskers, the pages sparse but for some names, dates and numbers. He gazed unseeingly out the window above his desk. The grass bent in the wind, a few neighbors strolled by. A peaceful day in the Kingdo...

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Author bio

Working to remind myself to have fun with writing again- If I get better while doing so, bonus! :)

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