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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020
Submitted to Contest #50
She climbed up the tall oak tree, the branches catching her dress and the old wise bark scratching her worn, rough knees. With each pull, there was a small grunt of determination followed by a sigh of release in each rest."thirty-five, ugh, aahh, thirty-six ugh, aahh". In twelve seconds, she knew she would be there. She had climbed the tree enough times now to determine the exact time and energy needed to reach her leafy retreat.There she was, clambering up the shaky ladder; designed in a dream and created with bike chains, padlocks, and leg...
Submitted to Contest #49
Waiting for the Last Bus Home It was a quiet evening. The dark of the night seemed to hold a secret I had yet to find. The moon was a perfect half cresent, almost too perfect to be captured as the truth in a painting, and the sky was fluttered with the stars of a thousand dreams. I was happily walking home, lost in my own dreams and wonder when suddenly, my ankle gave way as my heel sunk in a gap between the grey paving slabs. I noticed a bus shelter next to me and the old wooden bench looked like the perfect place for me t...
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