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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019
Submitted to Contest #102
TW:// Self Harm and Gore. "Entropy plagues our mind since birth."John reached out his hand. but the bird flew away; his hands inches from its tail. He sighed heavily and watched it soar up the muddy yellow sky. Sheets of clouds covered the sky, all bleached with a yellow tinge and John could only wonder how bright the sun shone above them. He felt like even if a tiny ray of the sunshine hit his skin, he would levitate.Regardless, he thought of that as impossible. The Earth held him back, its roots gripped into his legs. He felt so heavy he w...
Submitted to Contest #99
Title 1: "Rebela"She held up the flower with tempting hands and inhaled its fumes with rising anticipation. A sweet savory smell poured into her nostrils pleasing every sense of self she could muster. She looked at the flower; eyes staring with wide pupils. The sunlight poured into her eyes and got lost in the abyss the pupil's darkness. She could feel the rush of blood around her heart. She gazed upon its white membrane like petals that danced around purple branch like stems protruding from the center and held it gently around its green ste...
Submitted to Contest #98
TW:// Death and Sickness.Side Note: References to some lyrics by an artist called "Yoe Mase" are prevalent but they are only there for dramatic purpose and not to steal from the artist. Use of the lyrics are completely original. Also I'd like to add that this story was inspired by the Twenty One Pilots song "Redecorate" and so a lot of themes from that song is also prevalent but the use and interpretation of the theme of the song is original.----------------------------------------------------------------"When you hear the bell, bring yourse...
Submitted to Contest #93
TW: suicide ******* She held up the flower with tempting hands and inhaled its fumes with rising anticipation. A sweet savoury smell poured into her nostrils pleasing every sense of self she could muster. She looked at the flower with hopeful eyes, gazed upon its white membrane like petals that danced around purple branch like stems protruding from the center and held it gently. The flower resonated within her hand, as if pleased to be there. She smiled solemnly, as she put back the flower on the ground. What was wondrous was the fact that a...
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