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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021
Submitted to Contest #98
AN: I actually wrote this a few months back for a school project just before I joined Reedsy. Surprisingly I got an award for this, but this is also a kinda throwback to before Reedsy :) Iβve always liked to be by myself. I have always chosen the comfort of solitude, rather than the chaos of company. I canβt be alone now, constantly surrounded by people, who just look at me, sadly, then move on. Rarely, very rarely someone will stop and talk. I canβt say I like the talking that much, but I do like the clink of the money. A com...
He stepped into the room, looked around and found no colour, except for the two door frames in front of him. One orange. One green. He knew he needed to choose one, otherwise he would never leave. But he also knows if he chose the wrong one, he would never leave alive. She stepped into the room, looked around and found no colour, except for the two door frames in front of her. One orange. One green. She knew she needed to choose one otherwise she would never leave. But she also knew if she chose the wrong one she would never leave aliv...
Just a little note: My damn keyboard is playing up, especially the space bar. If there is random extra letters or spaces, I apologise. I think I got them all, but may have missed a couple. :) (And yes I have finally posted woo)Domination: an act or instance of dominating. rule or sway; control, often arbitrary. I run and stumble down the tunnel, which is old, and scratched, with claw marks from previous escape attempts etched up the sides. My uneven breathing seems to echo and announce my presence to anyone who wants to drag me back, ba...
Jaylen gripped the letter like it was the last fragment of his sanity. If he let go- no he couldnβt do that, because that would be like accepting that she was gone, that Tam was never coming back. Jay knew deep down that that was the truth but that didnβt mean he had to accept it. To him, she could never be gone; she would always be that better part of him, his best friend, the light in the world that he could only hope to be. The letter was still unopened, with his name scrawled across the front, in the handwriting he loved and knew so well...
Submitted to Contest #88
Everyday you look at the mirror.You look but you donβt see.You donβt see your perfections.Because youβve mastered the art of only noticing the imperfections.Because surely the flaws are the only thing others notice,Right?Others see you everydayIn the morning.In the evening.In every mood.And in every season.And they know you in ways you donβt. And never will.Listen to them Becausethey have seen so much that you havenβtLike the way youβre face lights up when you see each sunset every eveningLike the way you smile when your dog c...
NOTE: I KNOW PEOPLE WILL HAVE SEEN THIS MESSAGE BEFORE! DOWNVOTING IS A PROBLEM! I HAVE SPENT A LONG TIME UPVOTING AS WELL AS OTHERS (THANK YOU) BUT STILL. DOWNVOTERS ARE GANGING UP. TAKE AERIN FOR EXAMPLE. 30000. AND NO THAT IS NOT A TYPO. PLEASE GO UPVOTE HER! https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/86/submissions/59942/ SIGN THIS. IT IS A PETITION TO GET RID OF DOWNVOTING!When my head first peeks above the ground after weeks of pushing and waiting and struggling, I bask in the sunlight, enjoying this new freedom, which I...
Authors note: This is the sequel to I. AM. NOT. INSANE (which for some reason didn't appear on the competition page. Does anyone know why?). It would be better and make more sense if you read that one first, but if you don't want to, here's a synopsis: A girl has been in an insane asylum for 284 days, ever since that fateful day where she killed the boy. She keeps a stolen diary throughout her time there and it ends with her on the verge of escape.For those who have read it, here ya go! The sequel you've been waiting for. I will now stop ram...
This is the first in a series. The sequel is out on my page now. It is called 'Parallel Time' and explains both before and after this story. :)Do you hear that?The footsteps are coming.Slowly, I unfold myself from the raggedy covers, that they call a blanket. I always do this when I hear the first footsteps. I know I wonβt see them and they wonβt see me- after all they havenβt for the last 284 days- but still, hope is the only thing keeping me going. That and my notebook.My door clatters, when the flap comes up and my food and drink for the ...
Submitted to Contest #82
Author's note: As some of you know I am British and therefore used the British school system. For Americans here, Year 10 is equivalent to Grade 9 (Freshman). Also the end may seem quite short, and maybe lacking detail, but I came up to the word limit. Please read and enjoy.βTodayβs the day, son.β I wake up groggily, to find my parents opening the curtains and pulling me duvet off, despite my loud protests. βTodayβs the day weβve been waiting for. Youβll finally be a proper adult now. Come on, get up, ya lugβ Slowly, very slowly, I emerge ou...
βThis is the moment we have all been waiting for. Over the last 5 years the youngest and cleverest amongst us all have been competing for this honour: to be the owner of the latest X-14 model of robot which we- Utech- have been building. To get here, the final 5 competitors have worked together and separately. They have shed tears of frustration, happiness, anger. Still, they did not give up and here they are. Yet only one can win. Let me introduce them!β A round of applause and catcalls thunders through the auditorium. Mr Jiles, the CEO of ...
Submitted to Contest #81
I lay the pink rose bud picnic blanket down, smoothing out every crease and crinkle. It has to be perfect for her- she deserves nothing less, even though Iβve rarely been able to give it to her, but today, Iβm going to try. After all, she always tries for me, even after 56 years, 7 months, 2 weeks and 2 days since we were married. I smile at her, offer my hand, which she graciously accepts- thank God. Iβm not sure what I would have done if she had declined. When she sat down, with the sun behind her, the wind in her hair and peacefulnes...
Submitted to Contest #80
All of us soldiers were packed into a van, like cows in a pen. I saw the battlefield, with falling and fallen soldiers, with blood and rain carpeting the once-green field. Bullets were flying everywhere as the sound of firing and explosions rang through the battlefield. The soldiers in the front line dropped dead one after another like trees being uprooted in a massive tornado. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The smell of blood and gunpowder was fresh in the air. I didnβt know what to do. I couldn't think. My mind was in o...
Submitted to Contest #79
As I lie in bed, surrounded by darkness, I clamp his hand, I canβt see him, but I can feel his padded hands, his soft silky fur, his hard button eyes. I never feel safe without Paddy, he is my dark defender. Everynight, we lie together in my bed, with the duvet pulled up to our chins. Itβs completely dark, except for the crack from the door being pushed to instead of closed, and my array of stars on the ceiling. Theyβve started to peel, but thatβs because Iβve had them since I was two, and Iβm seven now. I used to imagine that we were up t...
Authorβs note: Contains abuse. Iβm not sure how sensitive it actually is, but hereβs a heads up anyway They say itβs like death by a thousand paper cuts, abuse is. Every beating just adds another, until theyβre decussating, and full of pain, oh so full of pain. Every slap across your face. Every punch across your neck. Every lash across your back. Just one paper cut after another. It isnβt stopping. It wonβt stop. And then thereβs the salt water. Poured on, drop after drop, litre after litre, gallon after gallon, until itβs ...
Submitted to Contest #78
Author's note: This is not my usual style. Beware. But, you know, new inspiration from new books so I thought I would give it a go. You've been warned. βIβve told you before, I am NOT doing that!β Lev protested. βWho in their right mind would do such a thing?β βGood thing I lost my right mind long ago.β I replied. βYouβve asked me to do this before. Join you on one of your jolly jaunts, you ask, but NO, I will not join you. The answer is no.β βI just donβt see whatβs so wrong with it as long as you do it in the right way- which I do.β ...
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