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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2022
Submitted to Contest #235
Warning: This story deals with sensitive topics and subjects of loss and grief. I had to stop running. Most people stop running because they can’t find the motivation anymore, or maybe because their life gets so busy that they couldn’t fit a simple run into their schedule. That wasn't the case with me. I glanced over at the alarm clock on my bedside table, the constant “tick-tock” blending into the simple lines of meaningful nothingness. The even knots of the mahogany seemed ...
Submitted to Contest #195
It wasn’t really a big deal. I laughed as I emptied the fiftieth trash can into the giant, black one with wheels that I carried behind me. I glanced around the room, noting the change in the dirt, blood, and gore that had been there moments before. Now, it was clean and sparkling, ready for the next patient. The nurses and doctors scurried around outside as I finished cleaning the room. ...
Submitted to Contest #186
I looked through your eyes. And when I did, the world was all blues, purples and greens. The colors were fresh, the sounds and feelings new. A new perspective was in my own gaze, as I looked through your eyes. I looked through your eyes. Those were eyes that would light up when I walked into a room; those were eyes that grew dim with each passing day, as the disease pulled the life from your body. Those eyes could...
Submitted to Contest #178
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Old Mr. James shook the snow from his boots and coat with practiced ease. His heavy frown and wrinkled forehead made his actions cartoon-like as he tossed his coat onto the wire coat rack. He hunched his sturdy shoulders as he walked through the department store, glaring at the brightly wrapped presents, decorated trees, and Santa’s elves as they waved from every corner at hi...
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