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Foolish Moth

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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sans everything

[enter narrator, centre stage. narrator addresses the audience directly.]Narrator: The world is gone.     I don’t know where it went.maybe it disappearedmaybe it's hidingmaybe it never existed in the first place.  It's gone though, and we can’t get it back.  We’ve tried. We’ve tried leaving the theatre    (if this even is a theatre) It's darkso very dark except for when it's not and every door we try is either locked or leads to a stage.  We always turn...

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Names have Power

cw: some uncensored swearing, death“Wake up, we’re leaving now.” Nefeli urged me, shaking me awake before starting to pack away all of our necessities into her satchel.The morning light that usually bled through the thin canvas above me was absent, replaced with the dark uncertainty of night.The only thing I could hear was the sound of Nefeli shoving items into her bag, and my own confused stirring.Before I could even sit up, Nefeli had everything together and was waiting by the tent flap for me to get up so we would leave. She was anxi...

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the entity's escape

cw: some violence, gambling and swearingThe winds swerved around every shop on the street, through every small crevice. They snaked down along the narrow cobbled streets, whistling through the cracks and wear put on the stones from years of pedestrian travel. To the entity walking along the street at dusk, past the unfortunate townsfolk and street sweepers, the winds were the cursed welcome that stretched far into the country. Yes, entity. They are a person, just like everyone else, but prefers to keep the idea of beings, humans and mortals ...

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a visit of the Finfolk

tw: swearing, drinking, brief mention of s*x, d3@thThe monotonous sound of waves crashing against the hull of the ship proceeded, never ending. Many people say waves are calming, but to me, they’re jarring. Especially when I hear them night and day without end. The ship would constantly lurch without warning, and the bucket of mop water sitting next to me would spill over onto the deck. This annoyed me for the first week, but I got numb to it, picking up the bucket and continuing mopping without changing my expression from the dull, uns...

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Fallen Angels

Submitted to Contest #98

The cell was new when I came in. Empty except for the bed, desk, chair and bookshelf, all on different sides of the room. I remembered how they pushed me in, and locked the door shut behind me, not even bothering to remove the handcuffs around my wrists, pinning my arms behind me. I staggered over to the chair, and hit the handcuffs against its leg, breaking them way too easily. I scoffed and hung the handcuffs over the arm of the chair, and stared around the dungeon where I would spend the next hundred years. I sat on the chair, playing w...

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Family Reunions

Submitted to Contest #97

I stared out the window, looking across houses, market stalls and streets, my view ending at the port, where miles of water stretched across the horizon, reflecting the night’s sky, where Selene guided the moon from one side of the earth to the other.  Stars speckled across the quilt of the sky, like little holes pierced in Nyx’s cape, governing over the cities, who’s sparkling lights create their own, man-made stars, as if trying to drown out the ones created and blessed by the gods.         ...

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The Spirit Demon

Submitted to Contest #95

It was raining. Of course it was. That’s all it ever does in this backward town. Some may call it London, they get so excited by it’s grand clock and overpriced “souvenirs”, but it’s not what it used to be. Nothing is. It isn’t right. We were the only ones in the square. Everyone in London was hiding. Cowards. Like in some story setting. Unrealistic. Was it that, or was I tuning out the world? Selfish. That’s right, I’m selfish. That’s how I cope. I don’t know any other way. The fountain just seemed to be gurgling quietly, and the light seem...

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A Shapeshifter's side of the war

Submitted to Contest #94

The wasteland stretched across the horizon like a vast sea of red dust, blending in with the setting sun in the distance. A swift breeze echoed around the valley, whispering to each blacksmith, mercenary, and merchant below, trading secrets with the untrustworthy, and cheating the undefeated.Different scents wafted up to the edge where I sat, my tail twitched impatiently. I wasn’t sure how long it’s been since i ate, no one i’ve known has kept track. I jumped down from the edge where I was sitting into the street below. I swiped a coin or tw...

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