Hannah-Grace Botkin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2021

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“When We Survive ” by Hannah-Grace Botkin

Submitted to Contest #140

My nostrils are burning. The fumes radiating off the Tarmac are making my eyes water. I’m under my bird pre-flighting the nose gear—my shoulder blades pressed into a plastic creeper. I can’t rub my eyes again without coating them in grease. Someone runs by me, nearly tripping over my foot. I try to roll out from under the bird and hit my head. Before I can stand, Ray grabs my arm and yells something. I can see his mouth moving, but my ears are ringing. More people are running now. The first fuel pit explodes shortly after I secure my flak a...

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“The Traveling Carnival” by Hannah-Grace Botkin

Submitted to Contest #137

I’m falling. My body jerks forward. I wake to my brother, Jasper’s face in mine, still grasping handfuls of parachute silk with white-knuckled hands. “You can’t keep doing that,” I say, trying to steady myself. Jasper lets go of the side of my hammock, the quick release of tension causing me to sway back and forth. He smiles. “We’re here,” he says. “Where’s here?” I ask. “Who knows,” he says. “Another little town. It doesn’t matter; we have work to do.” I’ve stopped keeping track of all the places we’ve been. It’s not worth trying ...

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“The Guitar Player” by Hannah-Grace Botkin

Submitted to Contest #121

“Thanks a lot,” I say. I sigh and bend down to pick the crumpled one-dollar bill that landed in front of my feet on the sidewalk. I’m not homeless by the way, I just like to sit on the street corner to play my guitar. The streets are littered with leaves that scrape along the asphalt in the crisp autumn breeze. Sometimes when I play, I watch them float and dance as though they’re moved by the music. On nights like tonight, my breath gets caught in the streetlights when I sing, and people pass by bundled up in their coats walking back fr...

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Author bio

22-year-old writer and editor with a degree in creative writing from UNCW. I work as the Prose Editor for Grimsy Literary Magazine. All my writing is peer-edited by my yellow lab service dog, Gatsby.