H. W. Autumn

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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“Going up, Going Down” by H. W. Autumn

Submitted to Contest #58

“AAH!”The floor beneath me lurches. The elevator comes to a screeching halt. The lights flicker out. People around me scream in terror as the elevator shakes in place.The lights are out, but it’s not completely dark. Outside the back window of the elevator, the sun taunts us, slowly slipping down the sky. An eerie crimson light floods the elevator as the sun peeks from behind a cloud.All around me is the chaos and terror and screams of people. I can feel the control around me slip out of my hands, like a wet bar of soap. Slipping and sliding...

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“In Which the Hero and the Villain are Suspected Love Interests” by H. W. Autumn

Submitted to Contest #56

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖 The smirk of a master matchmaker. Or at least, a self-proclaimed one. Noelle’s plans of getting couples together had been working for as long as I had been her friend. Until now. She said she had the “perfect match” for me. Not even as a lover (she knows I’m not into that sort of thing). All it was was a friend. Because I “never get outside anymore” and because I’m “always by myself”.  We literally went out for coffee yesterday. And so here I am, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Looking into my lap, at my shoes, and around me. ...

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“The Secret Keeper” by H. W. Autumn

Submitted to Contest #55

Secrets are stupid. S-T-U-P-I-D stupid. Nothing good ever comes out of a secret. Keeping one, or being told one. You usually feel rotten when you have one, all yucky, eating you up inside. You just have to tell someone. Or maybe you have some news that involves someone else, someone who doesn’t know. Then you just feel all slimy whenever you walk by them or make eye contact. Or maybe you know a secret that you weren’t supposed to know. Something concerning you, or your family, or your friends. And every time you’re reminded of whatever you s...

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“The Composer” by H. W. Autumn

Submitted to Contest #54

When you turn 18, you graduate with a specific trade. This is the skill, in some cases, skills that will be your trade your entire life. It will determine your job, your family, everything. Today is a monumental day: the day that you decide to pick your career. Most students are monitored as they build skills and explore hobbies in classes. Most students already know what they want to be when they grow up. Most students have already applied for their job badges, new courses, and school clubs. You are not “most students.” You have an expecta...

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“do you believe in second chances?” by H. W. Autumn

Submitted to Contest #54

“Do you believe in second chances? Do you regret what’s happened in your life, and want to turn it around?” Second Chances. The TV show for dummies who messed up big time. Where they get to go on TV and get paid to fix their mistakes. Some get new houses, new jobs, others apologize in front of a crowd. One thing they all get is a new life. I don’t really understand how the show is so popular. The whole “everyone gets a second chance” idea is kinda dumb. Like, what happened to “you only live once”? People should be nice the first time, re...

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“ Getrennte Liebe (Separate Love)” by H. W. Autumn

Submitted to Contest #53

“It’s so hot today, it’s just not fair,” I moan, rolling over on the couch. Next to me, Purple, my furry little kitten, brushes up against my side. “No Purple. I love your fuzz, but not today. It’s way too hot.” In my head, I weigh the pros and cons of going out to the store. If I went, I could stock up on all the groceries I need, plus I could buy some ice cream to cool down. On the other hand, I would have to wear a mask (Blech. More sweat.) and be super careful and have to disinfect everything, not to mention the fact that I would have t...

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“The Next Step Forward” by H. W. Autumn

Submitted to Contest #53

SPLAT! The popsicle slid off of its stick and onto the ground. Clutched tight, the stick almost snapped in the hands of the unlucky loser of a popsicle. Slowly, tears formed in her eyes, just as they had when she was little.“Come on Cherry, don’t cry. You’re not five anymore.”“I’m not crying, for goodness sake.” This was true, yet the tears started to slowly well in Cherry’s eyes.“Whatever, spelleing. And when you Spelle, you cry.”“Not true! This is how I Spelle, and it’s not crying.” The tears of magic slowly dripped down Cherry’s face, glo...

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“A Week In The Woods” by H. W. Autumn

Submitted to Contest #53

The smoke rose high into the air, billowing in the gusts of wind, spreading out like an ashy cloud. Birds danced around it, soaring through the breeze, circling softly around the cloudy smoke, admired by the two figures sitting on the balcony of a small cabin, enjoying the scenery as the sun slowly set, “I’m pretty sure that one there is a sparrow, and those might be swallows over there, oh and those could be finches in that tree to the right, you see?” The birds outside twittered and chirped like a small orchestra of nature, calling out “H...

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not to disappoint... but i might disappoint yeah im not really active follow me if you want though kinda miss quarintine writer me...maybe i'll come back soon