Gwyn Everett

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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7 Stories

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“Prince Miroslav and the Daemon.” by Gwyn Everett

Submitted to Contest #88

TW: suggested abuse, gore, bloodMiro stood in front of his father, dressed in finery expected in the presence of the King. The King appraised Miro with a piercing gaze, not as a father would, but as a master judges a pawn in his game, stoic and cold. Miro didn’t flinch as the king's voice boomed against the chamber walls. “This is the end of your mockery, Miroslav. My counselors advised that you be confined to the tower until your marriage to the Duchess of Waitte, where you will complete your studies and no longer embarrass me with you...

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“Elena” by Gwyn Everett

Submitted to Contest #83

TW: murder victim, implied abuse. Elena hit the water with her back, it stung from the force like a slap on sunburnt skin as she floated in the bright Southern sea. She marveled at the vibrant coral around her accentuated by the clear water and the tranquility of muffled sound, but her burning lungs brought her out of her head. A red stream wrapped her in a ribbon of her own blood from where he shot her. The numbness surprised her; she expected to feel pain. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she'd have to take a breath where no air is...

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“The Date” by Gwyn Everett

Submitted to Contest #81

CW: Language, alcohol.Thanks for your help today. It’s been a rough week. I leave the text message sitting at “read” for several minutes. Every fiber of my body is alive and vibrating. After all this time, after the awkwardness of my teen years and hoops I’ve jumped through to get to this point in my career, how is this happening now. Do I even care? Heart pounding, I start to text, but erase it. I repeat this over and over until I realize he will think I’m being too weird to deal with if I don’t just answer. Come on, just do it. I...

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“Leah's Choice” by Gwyn Everett

Submitted to Contest #79

I shuddered a sigh in the dark. Tears stung my eyes, wetting my pillow from the steady flow of lingering grief. Diana stirred beside me, her chestnut hair framed her face as she turned over to look at me.Concern colored her tired voice. “Leah? Are you ok?” “I don’t know,” I breathed. The admission was a hammer to my heart. I curled up against her chest and she kissed my hair.“My love, I’m here,” her hand traveled my upper arm in slow, methodical squeezes. I focused on her touch and tried not to imagine the mahogany casket of my father i...

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“Dexterous Bill” by Gwyn Everett

Submitted to Contest #78

CW: Violence, Blood, Swearing. “It should be here.”“Wait, turn the corner. Over there.” “Sit back, will ya! I can’t see when you lean like that.” Bill pressed his back against the seat to make himself as small as possible. Jon rolled his eyes and shook his head, masticating his gum furiously. He regretted he quit smoking a week ago. He turned into the half-hidden alley entrance and slowed to a stop. The 3rd street alleyway gave a decent view of Crave’s back service entrance. Music from the night club wafted in the air, muffled...

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“Escape” by Gwyn Everett

Submitted to Contest #77

Delirious with cold and shivering, we hiked the last twenty feet to the shack of the cabin at the edge of the snow capped mountain. Each inch was a mile in the heavy drifts. Howling winds picked up and Jax whimpered next to me, his lips blue and his eyelids heavy against the storm. His eyes were glued to the door with determination. I held his arm to guide him into the cabin knowing that if he fell where he was I would not have the strength to carry him. When we finally shuffled inside, it took all I had to not collapse. “Come on.” I no...

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“Explain” by Gwyn Everett

Submitted to Contest #76

I’m late. I throw my tattered coat over the banister and walk into the dining room. I sit down and pick up my fork to dig into my dinner. I stop with my fork half-way to my mouth as I glance across the table. She holds her forehead in her hand, her eyes stare wide and angry at the full plate of untouched food.   “What. Happened.”  I huff a sigh. “It’s not what you’re thinking. It isn’t like that.”  “What am I thinking? You came back like this, how could it be anything else?”  “You’re being unfair.”  She shifts i...

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Novice writer and mom of two surviving the pandemic through stories. Feel free to critique my entries! I am looking to learn and love feedback to improve my writing skills :)