Emily Grace

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2022

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Pieces” by Emily Grace

Submitted to Contest #218

I’ve a mouth, a nose, two eyes, and two ears; each of which I was born with and each I knew were meant to serve me. One day, Mother approached me and said: “Oh, darling, you know how I love you so.. Please, allow me to cut off your left ear so you never have to hear your Father and I argue again.” I was four. How was I suppose to know the permanence of my yes? With a butcher’s knife, Mother struck my left ear and promptly removed it. She opened the kitchen cupboard and put the bloo...

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“Charley’s Home ” by Emily Grace

Submitted to Contest #217

It was no secret in Lockeside that there was an abandoned home at the end of the road, right by the last remaining Catholic Church. Once the liveliest area of the old West Virginian town, it was left bare and withered with the installation of the new highway. It didn’t help that there were old rumors of that place; rumors which had only grown with its rot. It was that of the Etsons and their son Charley. ...

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“Are Those Eye Contacts?” by Emily Grace

Submitted to Contest #166

(TW: Passionate ravings of a disabled person, disability discrimination…?)“…Are those eye contacts?” You’ve heard that question about a million times and then some. It’s easy to forget about it when you’re in a flow state behind the register. You greet the customer, you scan the items and, in between each click, you ask them if they would like to sign up for rewards but, every so often, you slip up. You have the audacity to make eye contact. Sometimes it’s unintentional, sometimes you fee...

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“The Case of a Murdered Teacup ” by Emily Grace

Submitted to Contest #165

It was evening, a chill breeze had swept through Lockeside, and leaves left their carefully crafted piles for pebbled roads. Fall was well on its way and, though he was reminded time and time again to bundle up, Waltie couldn’t help but find every excuse to play outside. After all, he was four and no weather, no matter how severe, would stop him from finding the next shiny thing. He’d trudge through the hill be...

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“DuVall’s Fantastically Awful Day” by Emily Grace

Submitted to Contest #164

(CW: Swearing, mental illness, reference to bludgeoning) It was wet. The left side of his face, that is, was sopping wet. He registered that much as he opened his eyes. He looked up at a neon blue bulb hanging overhead. It burned into his eye sockets and decorated him in phosphorescent colors. He squinted. He’d have to switch bulbs again; this time to a dimmer purple. Maybe even green. W...

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“A Simple Conversation ” by Emily Grace

Submitted to Contest #162

(TW: Mentions substance abuse, references to suicidal depression, references the best mac and cheese you’ll ever have, and potentially offensive to Christians) …Holy crap, this place sells lobster bisque for five dollars? …Is that good or bad? …Hope they like the tea I ordered.              …Hey! Have a seat! How are you; how’s the move?! Great! Awesome…...

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Author bio

Weird Fiction writer with an inconsistent voice. Some short stories here are connected to a larger whole. Enjoy!