Emily Farr

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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“Eleanor's Bargain ” by Emily Farr

Submitted to Contest #258

August 15, 1945.The photo was chaos in black and white: a soldier, his left arm cradling a shocked woman dressed in white – most likely a nurse; his right arm clinging to her waist and the small of her back. She was dipped into a familiar kiss, but by the strange soldier who the photographer Alfred Eisenstaedt somehow captured in all the madness on that August day in Times Square. The Japanese had surrendered, and when the soldier stumbled out of what must have been a bar, he “grabbed the nurse,” as he would later report. –A four hour d...

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“Simone” by Emily Farr

Submitted to Contest #257

“Simone?”  The Reverend looked at her, and she looked up from her tissues. Jerome practically lifted her up from the pew. It seemed like she had lost muscle along with her mind that day. Nobody in Savannah expected the valedictorian to show up this way - a crumpled version of a once hailed future leader of this town. The last time she took the podium was a lesson in strength and grace. She made the paper that day. Six months later, her mom would be in it, too. “Simone?” Jerome placed his arm on the small of her back this time, gently pu...

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“Just the way it is. ” by Emily Farr

Submitted to Contest #254

“I can only assume he was born a bad kid”Incident at Stonewall Jackson Elementary School Causes UproarDOWNTOWN (January 6, 2024)Miles Thompson, age 7, was found today in the most compromising of positions. Specifically, he was pooping in the library of Stonewall Jackson Elementary School, which is about to have its own reckoning on account of the school board’s recent vote to change its name. Little Mr. Thompson, a small child who is known about town for his rosy red, apple cheeks (reported to be the clinical Rosacea) and mischievous gr...

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“be careful what you wish for ” by Emily Farr

Submitted to Contest #253

You were sitting on the steps of your grandmother's house, crying. I have known you since you were a chubby kid, skinning your knees while you ran from that house to the sewer and back again, convinced a clown lived down there. You once lost your bicycle in my backyard, under the Azalea bush. We found it after too many days, and only because your father came marching down the street, looking for his investment. Did you ever learn to ride a bike?  By the time I saw you crying, I knew she had died. Gertrude told us. I also spotted you dri...

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Author bio

Emily Wessel Farr has been writing for fun since childhood, and seriously into adulthood. She practices law as Senior Employment Counsel for a tech company. She is a graduate of Northwestern University and The University of Michigan Law School. Emily currently lives in Colorado with her husband, son, Calvin, and daughter, Holland. When she's not working or writing, she loves a cold beer.