Grace Boone

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2022

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“Garden of Lies” by Grace Boone

Submitted to Contest #186

*TW: Child Neglect, Light Gore*           The evening chill touched his sensitive skin. Atlas watched as his mother performed her ablutions on her new gardening tool. He thought— as he washed his cloak— that it was utterly unnecessary. He continued scrubbing at the mucky vestment in a bucket of soapy water; Atlas couldn’t help but scowl at the deluge of sheets waiting to the side. Each spot of blood or dirt from his weekly fights made his skin itch with rage. Two Valley Elves domiciled i...

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“Enemies” by Grace Boone

Submitted to Contest #148

(Note from the author: I appreciate all of your support and comments!) December. Chad whistled "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch", as he pinned red, yellow, and green icicle lights to his porch railing. His smoky-gray two-story house was dusted with white reflecting sparkles that shimmered in Santa's sleigh's red and white lights in his yard. This year, he was going all out. No kids to mess it up, no wife to tell him it's too uneven, it was all his. But his next-door neighbor was the complete opposite. James hummed "Carol of the Bells" while he...

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“Truth About Life: A First-Person Fiction” by Grace Boone

Submitted to Contest #139

Grow up and learn what life is all about. It's not about becoming a famous billionaire to prove something, or about getting the most medals in an Olympic contest. Sure, money is nice, and getting those medals make us feel accomplished. But in the end, all of the gold medals you've won are something to be proud of, but not base your life around. My name is Jason Finn, and I'm a thirty-two-year-old lawyer. When I was growing up, all I wanted to do was prove to my parents that I was a perfect, straight-A student, not some failure with D's and F...

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Author bio

I've been writing for as long as I can remember, and I strive every day to get better through research and practice. I'm 15, a sophomore, but that doesn't mean my want to write better is any less valid than adults. I wish to go to college as soon as I can, and get my medical degree to become an Air Force [military] pathologist. Sincerely, Grace.