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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019
My wallet. My wallet is gone! I give myself a thorough pat-down that would put any TSA officer to shame. From my jeans pockets to the tiny square chest pocket on my shirt that wouldn’t even fit my wallet, I search every nook and cranny. It’s definitely gone. Ten. The half-drunk mob that surrounds me in the middle of Times Square screams the number into my eardrums, but I can’t think about that right now. My wallet is gone! Doubt swims through my head. My parents were right. I’m not cut out for travel. I should be tucked under a bla...
Submitted to Contest #55
Truthfully, I never thought it would come to this. Surely I wasn’t one of those kids that stayed out late after dark, roaming the streets with their pack of, as my parents would disdainfully put it, “hoodlums”. I never saw myself as the kind of girl who would dare to attempt at getting anything past the ever-watchful parental eyes that loomed in every corner of her life. No, I’ve always been a rule-follower, a weekly church-goer, an A-plus student. But then again, even God’s most perfect souls have their secrets. Now, I’m not saying I’m a...
Submitted to Contest #41
A breeze sweeps through the forest, tickling the trees and causing the high branch I am crouched on to sway dangerously while I fumble for a grip on the smooth bark. It carries with it the smell of something distinctly inhuman. Something animal. A scent that, up until just a few days ago, was completely unfamiliar to me. Something I couldn’t place in all my knowledge of plants; decorative, edible, or otherwise. It came and went as quickly as a waft of honeysuckle, caught in the wind, reaching your breath, and then carried beyond, far out int...
Submitted to Contest #40
Annabelle. The name catches in the corner of my conscious and jerks me to attention. I scan my surroundings, searching for the source of the simple word; the voice that brought it to life. The mother stands several feet in front of me, her hand clasped around her daughter’s arm, pulling her away from a colorful display of candy bars. Her long pink fingernails dig into the child’s flesh leaving tiny marks resembling a shark bite. Don’t touch that, she says. She glances in my direction and then pulls her child into a different aisle. I wonder ...
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