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Ellison Edmond Everett

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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The Rag

Submitted to Contest #153

I picked up the dirty, wet rag. It had originally been white at the beginning of the year, but now it was a graying, tattered thing. I was shaking inside, but I tried to avoid eye contact with the table full of boys. They were obnoxious. They sensed fear. They went for it."The rag! That rag! The rag!" They turned it into a song and had a three-part harmony going.On the outside, I looked like a girl robotically cleaning a table while about five boys lost their minds trying to get my attention with a ridiculous musical taunt. To viewers, ...

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Forgetting Camp

I felt different in that camping ground that one week.The cabin had a concrete floor; bunk beds and cots with flat, stripped, flat mattresses; a mirror above a white, simple sink; a single lightbulb in the middle of the room that was able to illuminate the inside of the cabin to a dim brown; and a stale smell. There was no electricity, so there was no fan to stir the humid air. It was a new experience for us. We had been invited by a friend of my father’s from work. The young school administrations like my father, born in the 1940s, children...

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Still

Submitted to Contest #146

Take the pink sponge rollers out of your hair quickly because it’s Sunday morning and everyone is already rushing toward the car to go to church. Slip the black Goody comb through your dense, hot combed, jet-black, Ultra Sheen-glazed hair and style your curls because it is important to look shiny, crisp, and coiffured at your church. When it doesn’t look good, keep combing it over and over, even when Mom is banging on the door. When you finally open it, angry because your hair is still a flat, lackluster mushroom-shape, do not give Mom any a...

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Uncle

"Fat legs, fat legs, fat legs," he said under his breath. The radio was broadcasting gospel music in the comfortable minivan.The soft piano music in "Because I'll Rise Again" floated through the air.The gentle lyrics of the song graced the air. My mother always had this song playing: in every car ride and in our home throughout the day...Go ahead, drive the nails in my hands Laugh at me where you stand Go ahead, and say it isn't me The day will come, when you will see!There was also the mumbling of my parents in the front seats talking abo...

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Flying Feet

Submitted to Contest #145

 I was flying that day.The kindergarten teacher had taken us outside to the meadow behind the school. It was flush with bright green, young, freshly cut grass. The sky was a perfect, calming blue with round cottony clouds sitting above us — still and regal. Sunlight bathed the field, and birds of all types sang their melismata. There were peals of laughter coming from us five-year-olds, as everything in our worlds made us either extremely happy or extremely sad. Being outside on a beautiful day together was on the happy side. She h...

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Blue Monster

Submitted to Contest #140

I remember that horrible coat from all those years ago.  On a blustery, fall day during my 4th-grade year, when I arrived home from school, it was just there, hanging in the utility room closet. It was a warm, light blue color. Ordinarily, I like blue.The colors that I detested at that time were brown and navy blue, but there was something about this coat that overrode the fact that it was a pleasant, calm lake-blue. It had a fur trim on the hood -- also something to be admired, but this trim looked like a gray and black lion’s mane, ...

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