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Grace Reardon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Not Your Average Halloween

Submitted to Contest #65

“This is a stupid idea, you realize this, right?!” “Absolutely that’s why we are doing this!” I sighed, she’ll never change. Trixie has always been daring. Growing up in the house of a pediatrician and a politician, I knew life would always come with risks, and I learned to accept that. But I will not accept the fact that my best friend wants me to spend the night in a graveyard, just because some kids from our school were doing it. ...

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The Sun

Submitted to Contest #63

She owned her late father's bookstore. The walls were packed with books, ancient she calls them. They were always old and dusty, but today she cleaned nearly every one. He was going to visit. Him. She knew this man since college. His stunning dark hair and blue eyes, his steady demeanor, and that deep voice of his exceeded the expectations of her wildest dreams. He often came to the bookstore to pick out a new book, unlike any other he always chose the oldest, the longest, the hardest to read. She liked to read short stories, often fairy tal...

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Her Poetry Part II

I could hear the gasps as I screamed those words. Lorelai dropped the journal and took a step back. Her bouncy red hair slipped out of her pony tail holder as she held that bewildered expression on her face. I bent down and picked up my poetry journal, my hands shaking. “Adora, make sure others know who you truly are. If you hide in your shell forever, you may never see the sunlight.” Mother’s words always sunk in like that. I wonder if now she would be proud of me. For coming out of my shell. ...

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Diabolical

Submitted to Contest #60

“Ring-ding-triing-triing!” The bells chimed as a new customer entered the shop. I tightened the ribbon in my hair, and took a step forward. “Hello there, welcome to Analia’s café!” I’m Karen, how may I help you?” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, chill out,” the man said. I could almost taste the alcohol on his breath, “I think this is yours.” He handed me a small handbag, covered in bright blue dots. “Thank you sir, oh thank ...

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Possible

Submitted to Contest #59

I combed back my short hair with my fingers. It was boring and black, but had dissolved into small waves at my shoulders. I sighed as I turned to my dresser, noticing the clothes my mother had set out. As ugly as ever. I threw on the lime tank-top, and sheltered my shoulders with the puffy pink jacket. I put on the orange shorts and the blue socks that went to my knees. I stood in front of the mirror, hoping it didn’t look as bad as I felt. I saw a hideous figure stare back at me, ashamed she put her hood ...

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Her Poetry Part I

Submitted to Contest #58

“Chin up Adora,” mother would say, “there is no use sulking around and feeling sorry for yourself. You need to be strong.” I still cherish her words, after all these years. I feel a salty tear slide down my cheek. Then another, and another. Back to reality, I thought. I focused my gaze on the grave in front of me. It was Mother’s grave. I gently placed the daffodils I had just picked in front of the large stone. “Denise Arwell 1979-2011” I sigh...

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The Signal

Submitted to Contest #58

“Boss, when will we begin the procedure?” I asked. “It’s been two hours and all we’ve done is sit here, I’m getting bored!” “Shut your trap Amelia! We will go when the time is right, if you have a problem with that, you can leave, but good luck robbing a bank on your own!” Boss shouted. “Boss the guards will hear us if you don’t quiet down,” I said.Suddenly I was startled by a sharp slap on the face. I winced through my black ski mask and sighed. “Sorry bo...

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