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Emma Sinclair

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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The Northern Lights are not green.

Submitted to Contest #232

I’m sure I’m offending Scandi natives by even suggesting such a thing but… the Northern Lights are not green. At least from where I’m standing, at the northern-most tip of the Scottish mainland, they are not green. Rachel is most upset. The Northern Lights at Dunnet Head are grey. There is about 3 ft of land left between us and the sea. I couldn’t have brought her any closer to them without getting into a boat or a plane.“This is going to look awful on Instagram!” She pouts, as if somehow getting a photo to post online was of the utmost impo...

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Are you hungry, Puss?

Submitted to Contest #169

Trigger Warning: Descriptions of Death, Bodies and Decay. Stop looking at me like that- I know you are hungry and I’m sorry, but can’t you see I’m a corpse? A corpse. One that is splayed at unnatural angles across the bathroom floor while you sit watching, poised on the cistern. The sun beam behind you makes you shimmer; it’s such a perfect Instagram shot! Oh, swish your tail all you like, it’s not like I can just get up and walk across the apartment to your food bowl. If I started walking then it’s the start of the zombie apocalypse...

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Neuropathic Pain

Submitted to Contest #115

A kitten in a basket. News there was a murder in the next town over. An advert for weight loss. Some influencer looking happy eating salad. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Where. Was. The dopamine? “Why are you always on your phone? You’re going to hurt your eyes.” Mother said, teasingly, swishing past me in her soft pink blouse. I felt her words stab me in the back of the head. I put my phone into my jeans pocket, shrugging. She turned her from me, her dyed hair falling purposefully from a styled bun, and asked me if the laundry was out yet. I...

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In defence of Miss Grey.

Submitted to Contest #114

20th August 2021. Mrs Black hates Miss Grey. Everyone in the school knows about it. It’s really dramatic in Geography when Mrs Black comes in to borrow something, like she did today. Mrs Black walked into our class and asked to borrow the stack of whiteboards. Miss Grey said no, she needed them. Mrs Black said they were for ‘for the department’. Miss Grey said she needed them for us in 10 minutes. Mrs Black can’t have heard her because she started to pick them up and take them away, saying they were for the senior classes and that trumped ...

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Your journey on the train

Submitted to Contest #90

The train conductor stamps your ticket before handing it back. You thank him, amused at how the strap of his hat pushes up his lips to make him pout. He checks the ticket of the person to your left, pushed up against your elbow on this busy train to… you don’t quite remember where.The carriage has 2 rows of seats facing each other and a central row of leather straps hanging from the ceiling. The benches are hard and, from little you can see, the wood polished to such a degree that the headrests catch the light streaming through the windows. ...

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Petit Mensonge (a little lie)

Submitted to Contest #88

His eyes wrinkled as he sniffed, his nose wiggling as he inhaled some chocolate powder. His granddaughter giggled and swung her legs, still too short to reach the ground. The pair sat in the café’s prime seat, tucked into the bay window for optimal people watching. “Papa! Why do noses wiggle?” Chloé asked, tilting her blonde head from side to side as she contemplated the possibilities. “Eh! How else would they make room for all the smells inside?” He retorted, raising his bushy eyebrow as if to imply that was common knowledge. She nodde...

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