Hana Mallory

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Wandering” by Hana Mallory

Submitted to Contest #101

I hated this stage. the chapter where it all begins to end. I hated this phase of searching eyes and in and in-and-out thoughts. I hated these repeating stories and mixed up names, but it would get worse. Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time someone told me it could be worse, I could pay his nursing home bills for years. “It will get worse my (so and so) forgot his name. You're lucky he's lasted this long.” frequently featured in conversational alleyways. I didn't understand how it could help me feel better to know that eventuall...

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“Mr. Cleary’s Coffee” by Hana Mallory

Submitted to Contest #100

Make the coffee. Anna rolled out of bed. She had known since last night that it was her who would have to make mr. Cleary his morning coffee that day. Over sleeping was simply not an option . She didnt want to get up, but she wanted to make the coffee. Make the coffee. the floor was cold and forbidding as she shuffled to the kitchen, holding her housecoat tightly across her body. no one else was awake yet, but in about fifteen minutes life would be breathed back into the house. years living in the cleary household had taught anna that. ...

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“The Arrangement ” by Hana Mallory

Submitted to Contest #94

‘Move.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Cause, you’re in my way.’ ‘And what if I don’t?’ ‘I’ll step on your foot.’ In my mind, I was thinking ‘ i dare you. I dare you to step on my foot, you insufferable, adorable, arrogant, wonderful, smart ass, nuisance.’ But instead, I said ‘Wow. Real mature. What are you, 8?’ ‘Stubborn intolerable mule.’ Jeez. I didn't know how to respond. ‘Damn nuisance.’ I whispered under my breath, but she heard me ‘I just so happen to be the nuisance that saves your grades every week.’ She had a point, science wasn’t my thin...

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“I'm a Watcher.” by Hana Mallory

Submitted to Contest #84

(trigger warning, mentions suicide)I don’t have a name. Not anymore. Who would give me a new one? I’m a watcher, so I don’t have a name. No one even knows I’m here. I just sit here, watching the room. That’s all, I’m a watcher. One good thing about being a watcher is that I am full of stories. Wanna hear a story? I guess if you didn’t want to hear a story you wouldn’t be here. Why else? Not because of my personality, not because I’m exciting, not because you have heard of me, no. Because I can tell you amusing stories. That is the reaso...

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“Dancing Boy” by Hana Mallory

Submitted to Contest #57

2019 - august THE rush of adrenaline, he was going to do this. Peter felt his skin wrapped tightly around his frame. He ran out onto the stage. The floor was hard and smooth and the air was cold and he could feel every part of him trembling. The lights filled his eyes and he could hear the audience’s applause. So this was it, this was what living felt like. Like any moment he would float to the ceiling, like the work he'd been doing for the past ten years was finally paying off. Man, it felt good. 2009 - August ‘Cmon mom, I will be late fo...

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I'm a not-so-good writer who wants to improve! Please comment any suggestions!