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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019
Submitted to Contest #52
     Havannah’s brain was numb as she strapped herself into the backseat of her mother’s car. Her head tilted downward, her blurry gaze focusing subconsciously on a speck of dirt on the floor. The voices of her mother, aunt, and older brother flittered in and out of her ears, none of their words fully registering in her brain. Everything around her was white noise, heavy and deafening, and she was too lost in her own hea...
Submitted to Contest #34
      The forest was nearly pitch black as Hunter crept through it, the air stiff and frozen. The bravest of knights didn’t dare venture through this sector of the woods, too cautious of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Anyone who knew of Hunter’s quest to slay a kitsune would have hastened to prevent him. His dwarven heritage didn’t halt his desire to become a fierce warrior, and the best way he knew to prove himself was to slay the most powerful monster in the land of Karadon.&nbs...
Submitted to Contest #32
     Krysta stood before the temperamental espresso machine with a frown tugging at her plump lips. Her hands were planted firmly on her hips, her weight shifting back and forth between her feet. The machine had been on the fritz as of late, burning espresso shots and growling loudly when left unattended, chilling milk rather than steaming it and shutting down when anyone commented on its malfunctions. Krysta, the café’s lead barista and local witch, was always the one called in to fix whatever crisis the inanimat...
Submitted to Contest #31
     A rhythmic hum emanated from Camry’s throat as he stood before the stove, his hips swaying in tune with the beat blasting from the speaker he had stationed atop the kitchen table. His left hand grasped the handle of a frying pan while his right held the hilt of a spatula, which he used to slip beneath one of the pork chops sizzling in the pan and flip it onto its other side. He repeated the action on the second piece, watching as the seasoned breading cooked to a golden-brown shade. On the counter sat a rice ...
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