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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019
Submitted to Contest #38
Gravel crunched as the moving van backed into the driveway, its blinkers flashing orange. I rested my head in my arms, watching as the removalist jumped out of the van and opened the back doors.It was sad that our old neighbor, Mrs Whincop, had passed away, but new neighbors were exciting. Maybe they'd have teenage kids my age, or a young family that I could babysit for. Or maybe they'd have a cute dog that I could take on walks for some extra pocket money. Nevermind. It would probably just be another old couple, looking for a retirement hou...
Submitted to Contest #16
I gagged unconsciously as yet another couple's lips met. Christmas was quickly rounding the corner, and all this garbage about holiday romance and kisses under the mistletoe was finally starting to get under my skin. More than just under my skin. It was burning my insides, and my heart was right in the middle of it all. Christmas was meant to be a time of cheer and gratitude, giving and compassion. Instead all I felt was loneliness. Friends were constantly shopping, attending dates, and pushing aside all thoughts of me. I think my depressing...
Submitted to Contest #12
The alley was dark as usual, the only sound the scuffling of rats and the soft breeze. At the end of alley was a lopsided tin shed. It reeked of rat poop and garbage, but I was used to it. After all, it was my home. Mother was waiting for me. Her eyes were dull and empty, her lips cracked and grey. She was once beautiful, with lush, blonde locks, sparkling blue eyes, and pink lips always wide, smiling. She would attend galas and proms in dazzling ball gowns, and dance with handsome young men who would propose to her by the end of the night. ...
Submitted to Contest #10
I walk into school like a queen. I mean, here at Lakeside Campus, I kind've am. Crowds part for me and some even ask me for an autograph. Some sad guy even proposes. "Marry me, Astrid!" he says, waving around a cheapie plastic ring in the midst of the crowd. I blow him a kiss and he clutches his chest, swooning."I'm shooting higher than that, honey..." I say, looking him up and down. He doesn't seem to realise that it's not a compliment. I strut away, ignoring the little people. They're so... ugh. I stick to my real followers. The cool ones....
i'm a teenager, massive fangirl, and bookworm
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