Dana Orr

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (13)

13 Stories

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“Child’s Play” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #267

Stalking stealthily across the roof of a vast castle, I take caution in my steps, careful not to make any noise. It’s been a week since the underground meeting took place.  Assassins from across the world had gathered together in an old run down amphitheater underground to discuss a new bounty. A corrupt bounty we’ve been forbidden to even speak of. Every assassin had grumbled at this impossible task, but we all knew the reward would make it worth it. This request had to be the work of the government now threatened by the whispers of th...

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“Selena’s Lesson” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #267

“Oh come on, Deyanna. Don’t be delusional.” I tell my girlfriend of nine months. She’s pacing around the kitchen, her strappy heels clicking on the vinyl flooring. The too-familiar click-clack echoes around my cheap California apartment. ”Delusional?!” She answers, furious. “Now I’m delusional?! I just wanted honesty. Did you go to that damn party or not?” She stops pacing around the kitchen of my apartment to face where I’m seated in a chair at the dining table.  Even angry, she has a glow about her. Her gorgeous golden eyes edged with...

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“A Light in the Night” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #267

I collapse to my knees soggily in the mud on a steep incline in the middle of a dark and expansive forest. I can’t see much in front of me due to how dark it’s gotten, and as water rushes down the incline around me, my knees sink further into the mud with a squelch. The short dark hair atop my head drapes itself across my cheekbones, as I tilt my head down to shield my face from the army of droplets racing to the ground. The water, instead, runs from my dirty hair down my face, and collects in my beard, before dropping to the ground. The tre...

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“The Wishes of a Waitress” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #266

Fieri walked into her room after a hard day at work. She was sick of people mistreating her. As a waitress working for a classy and expensive restaurant, it was to be expected. But she’d grown tired of it rather quickly. It was always some elderly man or teenage boy harassing her or drooling over her. She knew she was pretty, with her long dark chocolate hair curled and pinned up elegantly, and equally stunning dark eyes.  She wore glasses and thought they made her seem mature, but a lot of the female customers that came into the restau...

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“A Very Rough Draft” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #266

Alright where to start? Ah, I know. We’re going to start off easy. Let’s give her a name. Hm, let’s name her Atti. Now we take Atti and place her into the story. We’ll start her off in her bed and she’s going to wake up and go to work at- “Hold on, let me get this straight. First, you name me something as boring as Atti. Then you start my story off with me going to work?! BARF! C’mon, do you have a brain? Give me something goooood. Make me a princess or a siren or how abou-“ Atti. This is my story. And I’ll write you however I choose. You sh...

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“Her Burden To Carry” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #265

“No, God, please!” Leilani screamed. The glorious vocal chords God himself had created for her thrumming beneath her cries. “Please, I didn’t mean it! Please! God?!” But God didn’t listen to her cries, and cast her down to Earth in a towering rage. ~~~ Leilani stirred on the plush ground and pulled a pearly feathered wing over her face. The sun in her eyes was forceful, though, gleaming through the dainty feathers as she tried to sleep. She yawned softly and rose from where she lay on the ground under a peaceful willow tree. Her long, s...

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“A Stranger in the Garden” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #264

A Stranger in the Garden “Darn it!” I say in a hush and look around to see if anyone heard me. I tuck my blonde hair behind my ears nervously. Then proceed to grab some of the fancy napkins off the ornately decorative snack table and begin to furiously scrub at the tiny spots of red wine that I’ve managed to splash onto my very expensive dress. I knew I shouldn’t have worn such a light yellow, but it’s spring and yellow is such a happy color. I knew my cousin would approve of the choice. I didn’t even want to come to this wedding, but my cou...

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“The Dark Soul” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #263

“Your soul, it emanates death, Melantha.” I sneer, as I begin to pick my bruised and broken body up off the ground and raise my hand to face her. “But not for much longer.” “Oh, you stay down. You won’t be touching my soul, Eleni.” Melantha spits with a roll of her dark eyes. Then she raises her arm and shifts it high above her head before downswiping it.  Following her arm, I lift further off the ground straight into the ornate ceiling and then get propelled right back down to the tile, cracking yet another rib. I close my eyes, w...

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“Over a Cup of Coffee” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #261

(Contains the topic of death during 9/11) Being a girl in a big city was quite the challenge, but here she was. She could never have done it without the help of her parent’s full support. Grade school, first car, college, apartment, big city job. She’d made it. And now here she was, at a ripe 28, stepping off a plane on a warm Saturday morning in rural North Carolina. All her life she’d been hunting a man. Not just any man, but the man. The man who had, in his own way, contributed to her life.  She had talked to the man over the phone a...

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“The Dragon’s Heart” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #260

I’m running through the dense forest, clutching the small, worn leather pouch to my chest. The brush and trees claw and snatch at my dark hooded cloak as I run. The sharp wind blowing tears the hood from my head, exposing the golden hair which now flails behind my shoulders. I don’t have time to stop and pull the hood back up just to conceal my hair. It won’t do any good with me crashing through the foliage the way I am. He will eventually spot me, regardless. I can’t stop. Can’t. Won’t. I have to keep going. The air fills my lungs as I push...

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“The Villain” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #260

It was cold, wet, and rainy. She stalked the caravan, watching them trekking slowly on their excursion. She’s been tracking them for days. Watching them slow down their pace, then pick it up. They’ve only stopped for three things; water, rest, and skirmishes. She’s been present for two of these skirmishes. But stayed out of sight, out of mind, perceiving their skills and tactics. They don’t know she’s here. That’s an impossibility.  She’s been trained for this. But nothing could’ve prepared her for this.  Nonetheless, if they knew ...

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“Castle Colossus” by Dana Orr

Submitted to Contest #259

Stalking down the stone path rapidly, I take a moment to gather my spiraling thoughts and emotions. They shouldn’t cloud my judgment and force my hand. Justice should alone.  Hood up, weapons tucked. I hear faintly in the mess of thoughts in my head.  My thoughts swirl around once again. Feelings of anger not so foreign to my history flood them, pushing what control I did have, down until it almost doesn’t exist. With my cloak flapping in the wind, pants hugging every curve, and knee high leather boots concealing a knife or two; I ...

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“Snow Journal” by Dana Orr

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #23

SNOW JOURNAL - ENTRY 1Waking up to see snow is one of the most incredible things.And especially as a 13 year old girl who rarely gets to go outside. My name is Emily. And I'm an orphan.I don't get to go outside much simply because the hag that owns the orphanage isn't exactly the nicest woman. But I understand that if she let one of us go outside, she'd have to let us all go and that's probably not a good idea. Some of the boys here would give her trouble.My best friend Margaret, she's 17, says she is becoming poor. And that she might lose t...

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Author bio

A motivated writer and poet sharing her works here to have some fun. As my Creative Writing teacher always said, “Put words on the page!” Also, please feel free to critique! I’m always open to improvement. “She was forged by fire, and now, she was the fire.” -The Villain, short story on my profile

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #23
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