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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019
Submitted to Contest #29
Before checking with her brain, her hand slowly reached up to touch his cheek. A somewhat happy confusion clouded his eyes and face, as if he wanted it and yet had no idea why the feeling had come upon him. He raised his hand and touched it to hers tentatively and, as though his fingertips were etched in electricity, the feeling of his skin whispering across her own jolted Emileigh's mind into focus. Her warm smile faded to crimson embarrassment as she pulled her hand away from him and turned her back to him, not certain what to say.Suddenly...
The rich and handsome gentleman held the stem of the wine glass and swirled the exquisite wine gently with disinterest. The look on his face suggested that he had no intention to be there. But if it wasn't for his sister who was one of the debutantes, he wouldn't be there at all.It is universally acknowledged that a man of his wealth and status is in want of a wife. His mother, the respectable Mrs. Darlington made dozens of attempts to acquaint her son with girls from all the kingdoms but it was all in vain.His son never paid heed to his mot...
Submitted to Contest #25
It was almost time for me to give my English speech. We had to talk about something that impassioned us. Which is basically a bunch of sandwich meat telling us to not write about something stupid like, "I hate Donald Trump's hair because is is a bad representation of our country." Some girl actually tries to write about this, and that is when everyone had to get their topics approved by the teacher. When I went to show her mine, she just kind of gave me this look that said, really. But let me continue on, I think mostly for her amusement. My...
Submitted to Contest #19
Ever felt like your boyfriend or girlfriend is ignoring you? Or perhaps that friend of yours whom you thought was your sole confidant and best pal has simply disappeared off the face of the Earth. Your Earth, that is. You feel like you've been left behind.Yes, you say? And what's that? You've grown really tired of being the one initiating all contact? Yes, you've been the one who started 98 of the sweet, caring messages that you share, and you're the one who wrote the last letter ever exchanged between the two of you. And yes, of course, you...
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