E. Pentecost

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“A Real Live Superhero” by E. Pentecost

Finally! Finally, finally, finally!  It’s here, it’s really here, it’s—  “Alvin!”  The breath knocks out of me as I land on the couch with an oomf. I look up through my dizziness to see Mom, standing over me, hands on her hips. I smile guiltily up at her.  “It’s here, Mom, I saw it in the window on the way home from school!” I spring off the couch, unable to help myself. “It was there, it was really there, it was—“  “Please don’t jump on the couch, Alvin,” Mom interrupts, sighing. I freeze, my face falling as I ...

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“Roger” by E. Pentecost

Snow peppered my eyelids as I hopped out of the back of my truck. I shivered in the biting wind, pulling my jacket tighter around my chest.  One more delivery, I thought to myself, my teeth chattering as I slid open the door on the side of the truck. The metal burned my skin, it was so cold. One more delivery and you’ll be home to some apple pie. My stomach growled at the thought— I knew Abbie would make me pie tonight. She made it every year, day after Thanksgiving.  Most people made pie on Thanksgiving day, I reflected as I sca...

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Author bio

I am a lover of words and a lover of humanity, with a passion for storytelling and a weakness for cute kids. I’ve written three novels— one on paper and in a drawer, one on Microsoft Word, and one on Scrivener. Each, though unpublished, has taught me different writer’s virtues… ESPECIALLY perseverance. Y’all with the sagging middle know what I’m talking about. Someday, those lessons I learned will form my first publishable draft, and I’ll be prouder than anything. Until then, I’ll keep writing, learning, doing, and loving, seeking to glorify my God in my actions and my words. After all, experience is the greatest teacher. And I’ve got a lot of experience I’ve yet to, well, experience. So there’s that. I’m getting closer every day :) P.S. I hate cats. P.P.S. That was irrelevant, wasn’t it? Oh well.