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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023
Submitted to Contest #276
In an effort to press herself flat against the wall, she ran her funny bone into the corner of an antique brass picture frame. The pain shot through her arm; an uncomfortable tingle bloomed in her hand. She huffed a silent profanity but maintained a smile to the onlookers who cast glances at her over their shoulder. This was so far from her scene, if she could have it her way sheβd be back at home β three twisted teas deep β sprawled out on her carpet floor. But Lydia had insisted, begged even, that she come with her tonight. She said she ne...
Donβt tell anyone. Like it was that easy. I still feel his lips β I still taste iron. Kids at school used to call me Syd the Snitch because in the third-grade I told on a semi-popular girl, Lauren Fraiser. She was copying off her neighbors spelling test, and I guess I felt it was unfair for her to succeed off of someone else who worked hard. It was innocent enough of a nickname, in a childish sort of way; Tattle-tale, Blabber mouth and Syd the Snitch were all tame in retrospect. It didn't stay innocent once we hit middle school, when we lea...
Currently in College :> And I write a bunch of weird stuff <3
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