Em P.W.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“The Right To Live... And The Right To Kill...” by 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...

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“A Bond That Could Have Been” by 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.

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“Misunderstood Vampire” by 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.<...

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“We'll Watch Over You... Literally” by 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.

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“My Friend, Fear” by 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 ass...

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“PERCEPTION” by 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 fath...

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“Demons Outside... And Within Me” by 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 a...

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“You, Who Is A Stranger Every Time We Meet” by 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 sha...

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Author bio

Just a platypus under the guise of a human who likes to: 1) read 2) write 3) attempt to bake 4) sleep 5) fantasize about healthy eating My stories tend to be quite dark, so read at your own risk. :3 P.S. To those who noticed the change from "likes to bake" to "likes to attempt to bake," turns out, what I do with my mixer and oven is black magic: my chocolate cakes resemble and taste more like brownies, my cookies come out burnt, and my macarons are flatter than Earth. :)))) (JK, the Earth isn't really flat... or is it...? *mischievous grin) !!! Currently taking a break from writing due to personal issues. :D