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Em P.W.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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The Right To Live... And The Right To Kill...

Em P.W.

Everything was phantasmagoric. Plastic sheets adorned the floor and walls, blurring the office room’s décor and shrieking under his leather boots. The metallic smell of rust, with a tinge of sweetness, hung in the air. Worst of all: the soft whimpering the 24-year-old vicenarian on his stomach crawling forward in an attempt to distance himself from his attacker. His peach-colored shirt and denim jeans were painted in the blood that seeped from the four wounds artistically placed on his body: under his rubs, inside of the right high, back ...

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A Bond That Could Have Been

Em P.W.

Submitted to Contest #65

The two of us stare vacantly at the word “CEMETERY” hanging above us. “This is the dumbest thing ever,” Lena follows her statement with a string of curse words I didn’t even know existed. She’s right. Having an entire class of supposedly mature seniors challenge each other to determine the first quitter of the Halloween Haunted House recently built in town? Yeah, checks out. Even dumber was the penalty: an entire night in the cemetery. Even dumber? Lena here skipped out altogether, so with the decision that it was unfair for ever...

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Misunderstood Vampire

Em P.W.

Submitted to Contest #65

Mor High’s nerdiest teen and possessor of exceptional academic records and numerous competition awards: me, Ambrosia, or, as my non-existent friends call me, Rose.Currently, I’m standing in front of the newest resident of the most humdrum, dilapidated suburb of Dehlmore: Tobias.Well, correction: he actually attempts to pull a chameleon to blend in, but his presence is more prominent than the full moon against the night sky. And just as entrancing. Literally. He’s drop-dead gorgeous.I clear my throat and adjust my dangly earrings with my left...

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We'll Watch Over You... Literally

Em P.W.

Submitted to Contest #64

Family by choice braves the blood of the veins. It's what I’d told her upon witnessing the markings on her wrist under the watch – the results of her mother’s ligature – and the scars that her artistic father painted on her back. “A choice goes much farther,” I elaborated. It’s all right for her to choose us. Because we chose her. “Morning.” Grabbing my breakfast from the counter, I sat across her at the dining table. I wasted no time in devouring it like a starved whale, but her toast and eggs displayed no signs of consump...

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My Friend, Fear

Em P.W.

Submitted to Contest #62

“Here to accuse me of murder again?” Emily inspected Rai, from his Nike shoes to his chocolate-brown, shriveled hair. He was leaning against her door, phone in hand, typing vigorously, not feeling bothered in the slightest. The nerve. “It’s been three years, Lee,” he said, his stoic expression softening upon seeing her. “I’ll be staying in this region for some time for a new assignment, so we might as well get along.” She nudges him away gently – but not too gently – and punches her passcode. The door lock beeps twice before it...

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PERCEPTION

Em P.W.

Submitted to Contest #61

“And,” Clarissa touches my shoulder briefly, “what about you, Zee? What’s kept you busy lately?” I know what she’s getting at, so I shake my head, pushing a rogue strand of hair behind my ear. I can’t and won’t bond with others unnecessarily because such things come at a price that I can’t afford: persistent night terrors and break-downs. I suppose the universe decided to have the consequences of my father’s crimes added to my plate. As if it wasn’t already packed enough. “Nope. No. Not at all. I’m not interested in anyone,” I sh...

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Demons Outside... And Within Me

Em P.W.

Submitted to Contest #60

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. That’s not the clock on the wall – that thing’s long run out of juice; it’s the one in my mind counting how much time remains for me. Sitting at my once-school desk, I examine the items laid out in front of me: two empty rifles; a gun that I just dug out of the basement; my mathematics textbook, covered in dried blood because that was the best weapon I could find as I returned from school (who says math won’t come in handy?); half a stale piece of bread with a memo lying atop it; and a water bottle brimful of rainwat...

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You, Who Is A Stranger Every Time We Meet

Em P.W.

Submitted to Contest #37

The lone barista behind the counter slides Lyra’s regular-sized Frappuccino to her. “Here’s your usual with extra whipped cream. Please come again!” The barista flashes a set of braced teeth.Albeit Lyra has no recollection of visiting this café, she sends her a polite nod and trots toward the seat she reserved using her belongings. Despite the crowd, the opposite chair remains unclaimed. Just Lyra and her medical books. Euphoria.She places the cup near her pouch, into which she shoves her hand to feel for the sharpies before she notices...

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