Grace Lynn

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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“Papa Petey's Pizza Place” by Grace Lynn

“Yes, Mom. I’ll be there. I’m excited to see you, too! Yeah. Alright, Mom. I will. Love you, too. Goodbye.” Ari hung up the phone with a sigh. “Jon, we’re meeting my mother for dinner, alright? At the new pizza place in town.” “Alright, honey,” Jon said, giving Ari a kiss on the forehead. “Have you told her yet?” “Not yet,” Ari responded. “I can’t bring myself to do it.” “You’ll have to at some p...

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“Bella” by Grace Lynn

This was a fill in the middle story, beginning with “This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives....” and end with “By then it was too late.” I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of the prompt. Thank you! This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. Everything had led up to that moment, from bumping into each other in the hallways, to the first date, to the wedding, to all the paperwork.. ...

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“Tomato, Basil, and What?” by Grace Lynn

Hazelle was at the small town’s farmers market, picking the perfect produce for the beautiful tomato and basil soup she was preparing for supper the next night. She checked her basket, making sure she had everything that she would need. Basil, thyme, tomatoes, yellow onion-she had every ingredient that she would require to make her soup just right. Striding out of the square, she approached her favorite local coffee sho...

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“Letting My Butterfly Soar” by Grace Lynn

I was reluctant to let Anna trick-or-treat, to say the least. It had taken me until she was five to even consider enrolling her at school. Preschool. I knew she was smart. I knew she could handle it. I guess that I just wasn’t ready for it. For the storms of teasing, and questions, and curious looks, and insults. For my baby not to be sheltered in my nest her whole life.  Anna was born with congenital l...

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“The First Day of Autumn” by Grace Lynn

Mrs. Clark stood at the door, welcoming each young student with a warm smile and a high-five. We are missing two students, she thought. Almost as soon as the thought passed through her mind, she saw young Julia skipping down the hallway, her backpack dangling off her shoulder.  “Hello, Julia!” Mrs. Clark said, stepping into the classroom after her. “Good morning, boys and girls! Today is Tuesday, Se...

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“To the Amazing Future Ellie Rose Lynn...” by Grace Lynn

“Here seems right,” Mom said, pushing her shovel into the soft dirt under the large tree. “I think it was over here.”  “Sounds good.” I responded, putting down the digging tools in the grass next to the tree. We began digging into the soil, stopping when our shovels clinked against something hard.  “Just what I thought. Ellie, come see.” Mom has taken the hand trowel and started to uncover the small aluminu...

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“Fifties' Fever” by Grace Lynn

Prompt: Write About a Character Who Is Obsessed With an Era They Never Lived Through Disclaimer-Everything in this story is a work of my imagination. Any reference to any person, alive or dead is coincidental and I apologize if that does occurs.  I, Deborah Sawyer, have fifties’ fever. The fiftie were the happiest times and I really wish I was born t...

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“Patches” by Grace Lynn

“How about these plates?” Allison asked.  “Sure, honey.” I say. “I haven’t used these in years.” I was in my parent’s attic with my daughter, Allison. We were looking for old stuff we could sell at our garage sale this week. After a whole hour, we only had some figurines. Oh, and some plates.  “Oooh!” Allison said. “What’s in here?” She looked up at me with her eyes shining, and handed me a box l...

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“Jansen Murders” by Grace Lynn

The moving truck sat in the driveway, with Dad behind the wheel. Our entire life was in boxes in the back. My fingertips cling to the doorknob, not quite willing to let go, to leave behind my past. It’s silly, I know. I’m fourteen-I’m old enough to realize that I have to go, that I can’t just stay here. But my entire life up to this point was contained to those four walls, to that small yellow house on Wildflowe...

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“Isn't It Wonderful?” by Grace Lynn

Disclosure: All ideas in this short story are of my own strange imagination. I am not trying to reference any real area or landmark (apart from the U.S. states of Maine and California). “Isn’t it wonderful?” Anna’s face glowed as she looked at the modest home with a “FOR SALE” sign perched in its small yard. “This would be the perfect place for the baby to grow up.” She gives me a soft smile as she gently rubs he...

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“The Old Hickory Tree” by Grace Lynn

    I am doing everything in my power to keep the kids calm during the storm. I rock Emma and sing lullabies to Jason. My husband, Peter, reads to Tyler and Kenzie as they lay on the carpet with their feet kicking in the air. I knew Tyler and Emma would be fine-Tyler is fascinated by weather and storms, and Emma is just eight months old. But Kenzie and Jason are obviously petrified, and they flinch with every cra...

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“Mount Rushmore, A Newspaper Article, and a 100 lbs of Butter” by Grace Lynn

      “Butterball!” Kenzie sneers at me as I pass her in the crowded hallway. I hold my breath and walk quicker. I hear snickering from around me and do everything in my power not to start crying.            When I reach my locker, my best friend Adelyn is waiting for me. She looks me up and down, from my sweatshirt to my combat boots.            “What?” I say.            “Oh um,” she points down a...

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I love to write. Please let me know what you think of my stories, because I would love to hear your opinion and I am always looking to improve.