Cynethea Cunningham

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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12 Stories

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“Unspoken Connections” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #290

Mia worked as a graphic designer in a trendy downtown Seattle office. Her days were filled with creativity and deadlines, but she always made time for her morning coffee at a quaint café on her block.As Mia waited for her morning latte, she saw a man at a corner table, focused on his sketchpad. She sat nearby and noticed his drawings. The sketches showed busy city scenes with detailed strokes. Mia kept glancing at the sketches, her curiosity growing each time.Over the next few days, Mia and the man named Jack began exchanging nods and smiles...

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“Beneath The Surface” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #289

Kelsey’s heart swelled with pride whenever her father, Dennis, offered his sage advice. He upheld strong values, was a caring parent, and was well-respected in the community. As a child, Kelsey believed her dad was the kindest and strongest person ever. Dennis always supported Kelsey, offering advice that helped her overcome many difficulties. He was her go-to for guidance, always ready to help her find her way in life.Growing up in the charming town of Cedarville, Kelsey enjoyed a happy childhood. Her family was well-regarded, and their hom...

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“Storm of Memories” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #288

The wind picked up, rustling the leaves.Sarah looked at the sky. Dark clouds blanketed the sun, turning the late afternoon into an eerie twilight. She stood on the porch of the old farmhouse, gripping the weathered railing tightly. She and her twin brother, Sam, had returned to the farmhouse to clean out their late parents’ belongings. The place was filled with memories, every corner whispering tales of their childhood.They faced an overwhelming task. Sarah and Sam cherished this house and had desperately sought ways to keep it, but it prove...

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“The Last Melody” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #287

In the quaint village of Willowbrook, the air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming lavender. The winding cobblestone streets were lined with charming cottages, each with its own story to tell. At the edge of town, in a small, ivy-covered cottage, lived an elderly woman named Rose. She was known to all as the village’s resident musician, her grand piano the heart of her home. Her gnarled fingers danced over the keys with the grace of a practiced artist, each note a reflection of her life’s journey.Rose had been a fixture i...

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“The Silver Locket” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #286

In the early 20th century, a skilled silversmith named Samuel Hartman lived in the bustling city of Chicago. At the time, Chicago was a thriving hub of innovation and culture, having recently hosted the World’s Columbian Exposition in 1893, a grand event that showcased the arts and crafts movement.Renowned for his intricate designs and meticulous craftsmanship, Samuel created a stunning silver locket that would become a cherished Hartman family heirloom. The locket was a delicate piece, intricately engraved with floral patterns and inscribed...

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“Treasured Memories” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #285

The chipped floral teacup warmed my hands like only old things can. The porcelain was thin and worn, almost translucent in the afternoon sun that streamed through the kitchen window. I traced the faded blue forget-me-nots with my thumb, each petal a tiny memory, and then I said it, a breath more than a whisper, “I remember...”“I remember the smell of her lavender soap,” I began, the memory vivid. “It clung to everything in the house, a strong scent that felt like a hug.” Grandma Eliza had a penchant for lavender, a comfort that permeated eve...

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“Fragile Alliance” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #284

Hidden beneath the surface, secrets lay dormant in the small, tightly-knit town of Brentwood. Trust was a fragile thread that held the community together, and when it frayed, the fallout could be devastating. Stella Jones, the town’s cherished librarian, exemplified trust and kindness. Her days were spent amidst the musty pages of books and the innocent laughter of children, her life defined by simplicity and routine.Stella had always found solace in books. Growing up, the library had been her refuge from a tumultuous home life. Her parents’...

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“The Truth in the Shadows” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #283

The rain poured relentlessly, drumming against the windows of the old Victorian house. Inside, Candace sat by the fireplace, flipping through an album of photographs that chronicled the life she once knew. Each picture captured a moment of joy, now tinged with the ache of loss. It had been a year since her husband, Alex, disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a wake of unanswered questions and lingering doubts.The police investigation had yielded no results, and the townspeople whispered their theories, each more outlandish than the las...

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“And Then There Were Three” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #283

That tragic November morning changed everything. The storm that struck was unimaginable. Eight-year-old Brandon was killed while walking to school, hit by a speeding car driven by an underage driver. The loss was devastating and unforeseen.The loss left a huge hole in their hearts, making the idea of celebrating Christmas without him unbearable. When Ward Cunningham, Brandon’s father, saw only three stockings hung by the fireplace instead of four, it painfully reminded him of the missing family member. Where there was laughter from four voic...

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“Fractured Reflections” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #282

Lydia stood in front of the cracked mirror, an unruly mass of hair spilling across her shoulders like dark ink on an empty page. The reflection staring back at her wasn’t just hers; it was a kaleidoscope of every mistake, every lost opportunity, and every heart that she’d broken. The room was dim, lit only by the fading light of the early evening sun seeping through the sagging curtains.Lydia’s eyes traced the jagged lines in the mirror, each fracture a symbol of her fractured life. The weight of her past decisions felt like a heavy shroud, ...

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“The Edge of Reckoning” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #280

As dawn broke over the jagged peaks of the Himalayas, Evan and Chase stood at the precipice of one of the world’s most treacherous summits, a place whispered about in hushed tones among climbers. They had trained for years, their bond forged in the fires of adversity and triumph—two best friends determined to conquer the unconquerable.The mountains had always called to Evan, with their rugged beauty and the promise of adventure. He had spent countless hours poring over maps, studying routes, and dreaming of the day he and Chase would stand a...

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“The Echoes of Home” by Cynethea Cunningham

Submitted to Contest #279

Noah stood at the edge of the forest, looking into the vast sea of trees. The sun was setting, casting long, eerie shadows. He took a deep breath, feeling the chill of the evening air. Then, he stepped into the forest, and things took an unexpected turn.He had visited the forest before, but only the edges, painting nature’s vibrant colors and serene landscapes. He never stayed long, and he was never there until dark. But this time, his anger had driven him too far.Noah was always carefree, a dreamer with a wandering spirit. He loved sketchin...

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