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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021
Submitted to Contest #125
The one clock hung over the mantle was still. Both hands stuck between the number eleven and the number twelve, just before midnight. John and his wife Ruth were asleep and hadn't notice the hands on the clock had stopped moving. Since that night endless walls of sleet, hail, and snow had whitewashed the woods where their beloved cabin was located. John peered out the window as the snow fell heavily; the full force of the blizzard continued to wreak havoc all around the cabin that was sheltering them from the elements. It was the middle of t...
Writing can be a thankless job, so I want to take this time to thank the readers instead. Also, a special thanks anyone who already took, or will take the time to read this story. It was my very first attempt at a short story and probably my favorite. Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!****************************************************There was an overwhelming silence on the river that morning. Not uncomfortably so, however eerily quiet none-the-less. Not a bird in the sky to be seen and the trees sitting perfectly still. A calmness that gave the fish...
Submitted to Contest #118
Ela woke to a very cold autumn Morning. Not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of her bed, however, thinking she shouldn't let the day go to waste she forced her self to get up and sluggishly walked into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Ela turned the cold water knob of the faucet and began filling the coffee pot full of water. Looking out the window she took a deep breath, then exhaled, "Must be the first frost of the season," she muttered while noticing a shimmer of white glistening over what used to be a lush green field o...
Submitted to Contest #117
Everything was ready for the ritual Tara: ~Te expectamus (We look for thee) ~per umbra, (through the shadow) Jack: ~prodire in lucem, (come forth to light) ~de patibulo, (from the gallow) Brad: ~munus nostrum, (receive our gift) ~vitae sequi, (of life to follow) Together: ~ad mortem et sanctificationem. (back to death and the hallow) Tara started her segment of the enchantment, then myself, then Brad and finally completing the final line of the incantation together as one. A silence fell over th...
Fictional short story writer and casual photographer.
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