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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020
Thereās an emptiness in this house. It lingers on the furniture, weaves its way into the cloths, drapes itself over the windows and hangs on every chandelier. It weighs on my shoulders, a constant reminder of your absence.Ā I used to hate this reminder. I chased it away with music, work, anything I could use to distract myself, however futile the efforts were. I ran from it, buried it, masked it, denied it.The nights were the worst. In that half-awake, half-asleep stage where I could almost believe that I heard your voic...
I landed on the small wooden boat with a soft thud, internally grimacing. I definitely could have managed that landing better, but at least it counted as a landing. I shot a look over my shoulder, where the first alarm bells were starting to ring. The Emperor apparently didnāt like my particular brand of artwork. Grinning in the darkness, I tossed my spray paint can over the side of the boat. (No, I donāt endorse littering, but cut me a break⦠it was evidence!).Ā That done, I stretched my hands over me head and shook out my...
Her gaze flicked to the stars, each one twinkling against the pitch-black blanket of the sky.Ā She had the type of gaze that tends to make people uncomfortable. Too sharp, with eyes that could strip you down in a moment. Too critical, evaluating and assessing more than she should. She had the type of eyes that suggested she knew all of your secrets, that she had already laid you bare in her mind. It was the type of gaze that makes people flinch away, trying to cover the barren truth from her inquisition.Ā Above, a ra...
When you find this, itāll be too late. By the time the last letter of this message is read, I will have flown the coop, so to speak. You might grieve, may turn to outrage at my actions, may deny them and declare that Iāll be back. (With the Terminator impression you always doāyou know I love it).Ā But I wonāt be back. The world of empty promises was one I couldnāt stomach any longer. That pay raise seems inconsequential when I walk past homeless families on the way to work. The newest tech means nothing to me when I see videos ...
My phone gave the customary twinkling ring that told me someone new had watched, and reacted to, my tunnel-travel video. My friend Cole and I had found a network of caves on our trip to the coast, and filmed the underground routes. Weād posted it to YouTube, and it had absolutely blown up. Apparently people were all over that sort of thing.Ā I grinned, enjoying the reality that was internet fame.Ā āUm, Dan?ā My fiancĆ©e, Shana, called me to the kitchen. Sheād stopped by to drop off groceriesāI swear sheās the best fia...
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