Elizabeth Lowery

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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“Practice Makes Perfect” by Elizabeth Lowery

Submitted to Contest #48

Sam takes a deep breath, staring into the lava filled crater. A single, low hanging branch is her only chance at crossing the sizzling ravine. She crouches low, bracing her hands on the rocky ground. Launching off the ledge, she grabs the branch and swings across landing on the opposite ledge. The slate chips away under her toes, and her feet scrape down the sides of the crater. Her lightning reflexes save her from a fatal plummet, her fingers gripping the overhang tightly. “Daddy,” she squeals, “help me.” Liam races into the living room to ...

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“Fire and Ice” by Elizabeth Lowery

Submitted to Contest #24

Taiga circles the room slowly, lighting candles with a single touch. “I told you your friends wouldn’t come back for you.”“They will.” A fire blazes behind the hero’s eyes.Taiga chuckles, “It’s been four days.”He smiles, “Then we'd better quit wasting time.” He reaches for her hand and pulls her down on top of him.“Fintan,” she giggles, landing against his bare chest. “Let me go. Fin!”Her protests are silenced by his lips on hers. He cups her face, rubbing a thumb across her cheek. A shiver runs through her as the heat of her body meets the ...

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“A Date with Destiny” by Elizabeth Lowery

Submitted to Contest #23

The adjustment to night shift is always hard. Bleary-eyed, I sip my coffee as I adjust the backpack hanging from right shoulder. At least I don’t have to worry about what to wear. Scrubs. Every day. I yawn as I turn the corner. “Can I help you?” I wave at the young woman in a sleek, black skirt and blazer, opening my coat to show my badge. She continues walking away, her black pumps clicking on the tile. “Hey,” I raise my voice. When she stops, I add, “Visiting hours are over.” She turns around slowly, brushing her black ...

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“What We Never Wanted” by Elizabeth Lowery

Submitted to Contest #22

“Katie, we’ve talked about this.” It was true they had. “What brought this on? I thought we agreed.” Again, true. They did. “I don’t know, Beck.” Katie looked across the table at her husband. She had hoped bringing this up on date night would ease the tension. “I just thought, maybe, you’d want to talk about it.” Beck took a deep breath and laid his silverware down on the crisp, black tablecloth. A sure sign he’d made up his mind. “What exactly has changed, baby?” “Well, honey.” It was a trap, and she knew ...

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