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Ivy Sage Penget

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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Ordinary

Ivy Sage Penget

The man was like every other man I'd ever seen. He was old, with curly white hair that looked like clouds, and so many wrinkles on his face that made it seem that the wrinkles were wearing him. He had wise blue eyes, and you couldn't say anything else about them; they were just blue and wise. He had a weathered look on him, from his sunburnt skin to his faded smile, as if he'd been traveling for a long, long time. He was wearing a white cotton cloth wrapped around his frail body, and no more. "Name, please." I took out an eagle quill - bes...

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Defender of Corlake City

Ivy Sage Penget

Submitted to Contest #105

"BLAZE! BLAZE!" The crowd cheers like maniacs as Blaze steps out onto the platform, her fiery red hair billowing all around. "Citizens of Corlake," she says, and everybody claps. I smile from the shadows, even though I'm pretty sure no one has ever noticed me. How would they, with Blaze around? "I'm so delighted to be your superheroine." Blaze's voice is sharp and strong, like an aromatic spice. "Woohoo!" a few people yell, and Blaze holds up a calloused palm. "I know I might not be good as Waterworks," she admits, and the older people nod...

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Friday Outing

Ivy Sage Penget

Submitted to Contest #104

"Are you coming tonight?" Her voice is friendly and cheerful, and her warm brown eyes sparkle with hope. Hope that I might agree with what she has been asking for years. Every Friday evening - she asks the same thing. She pulls on her boots, puts on her raincoat, opens the door, and stops. Then, turning around and bending her head a little to the side, she asks, "Are you coming tonight?" And every Friday night, I give her a hug and say, "Not this time, honey." And her smile droops for a second, like a daisy wilting. But then she picks it u...

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Mystery Man (PART 1)

Ivy Sage Penget

He was tall with a strong build. He wore a black hat low on his face so that only his rough lips were seen. He had driven into Sunnyside in a black SUV, dressed in a black suit with a bright red tie. He went by Mr. Black and nobody knew his first name except Mayor Sullivan, and he wasn't telling.Sunnyside was quite in a riff about this mysterious man.Nobody knew he was, nobody knew where he lived, nobody knew what he did, nobody knew why he had come- but everybody wanted to. There's a reason they call me Curious Cara - I can't just sit and w...

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Afraid

Ivy Sage Penget

Submitted to Contest #102

"Jane..." He holds my hand as I turn to go, and that little touch, full of electricity makes me stop in my tracks. Jackson moves closer, his deep blue eyes sparkling in the evening light. It's obvious why he was chosen as Most-Good-Looking Boy of the year, with that floppy blonde hair and smirking smile. Every girl in the middle school has tucked love notes into his locker, hiding their blushing faces in upside-down books. They've worn revealing dresses, short skirts, crop tops that show, all in vain - he's never thrown a look in their direc...

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- The Quest -

Ivy Sage Penget

Submitted to Contest #44

“You will be hunted by all, child,” Mama said to me, placing me on the doorstep of a brick building. It gives me the shivers. “Oh, you’re cold.” she throws a velvety green blanket over me. I don’t say anything. My Algae-green cloak is enough to keep me warm, and now I’m nearly suffocating, but I love the smell of Mama; apples and bread, and I’d rather die than be complaint about Mama. “But don’t lose faith. Hope and Trust, and you shall win.” her voice is growing fainter by the second. A cool breeze floats over us, and some of her auburn hai...

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