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Grace Gropper

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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Lies like Scars

Everyone knows when you lie you get a scar. It's always been that way, a way for your body to fight back, tell you you're not being morally good. It's painful as an unseen force digs into your skin and scratches you slowly, sometimes its deep, sometimes its shallow. When it's deep you bleed, and I was covered in bloody scars ranging from small to large. It can be a small lie or a huge lie, but the bigger the lie, the bigger the scar. I'd met a lot of people with several small scars littered throughout their body because sometimes it's imposs...

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The Choice

Submitted to Contest #95

The embers crackled and popped in the hearth, giving the room a moody feel as the shadows flickered back and forth, like they were living things with their own souls. In the center of the room was a throne made of thorns and tree branches, creating its own menacing shadows on the stone walls. "Good, you've arrived. I hear you are here to barter with me?" He said. His voice was deeper than the depths of the ocean and darker than the furthest corner of the world. I squared my shoulders, trying to appear tougher than I felt. Swallowing hard...

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Kingdom of trees

Submitted to Contest #93

The lights from the Ferris wheel glittered through the tree leaves, making the forest look almost menacing in the dying afternoon light. Behind me, someone laughed loudly, enjoying their cotton candy or caramel apple or whatever people eat at a carnival. Glancing at my phone, I saw I had nine unread messages, all from my sister Sophie. "Where are you?" "We are really worried about you." The truth was, I didn't know where I was. I had wandered off to think and the time flew by as I looked into the forest, looking for something, but I wasn't...

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Not Too Late

Submitted to Contest #91

Write about someone going to extreme lengths to return an overdue library book. Clouds were starting to roll in, I glanced quickly at the sky to see how much time I had before it rained. I ran faster when the first few drops started to wet the sidewalk. I weaved through busy people heading to work, nearly pushing people over. I clutched the book tightly to my chest. I had the bus stop in my sights. I looked down at my new watch. I had a minute and thirty seconds before the bus would be here and I was too far away. I had to run faster, this...

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