Izzy G

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

110 karma pts

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“Shakin’ Like a Leaf” by Izzy G

Submitted to Contest #61

The lights above buzz, drawing Azure’s attention. A book, a tale of a small mouse fallen for a human princess, rests idly in his pale hands. The woman behind the desk, manly hands and lipstick on her teeth, smacks her presumably peppermint flavored gum. Besides them, there were three other people in the waiting room. Assumably, a mother and son both dark in complexion and bright in the eye, waiting patiently their turn for a check up or shots. The boy, no older than eight, is sitting next to his mom, a large brightly colored book in his lap....

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“Why Are Popsicles So Melty?” by Izzy G

Submitted to Contest #53

I flex my fingers, tightening my grip on the thin slab of wood in my hand then loosening it. The bright red liquid drips quietly through my fingers before falling to the carpet under my feet. I track it with my eyes, scrunching my nose when it hits, wishing I could hear it. The light crimson soaks into the grey fibers, bleeding into a bigger spot than I had thought it could. Another drop joins it, making the stain ever larger. Two feet, shiny dress shoes, step into my line of sight. I raise my eyes, taking in the freshly pressed look...

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“Wedding's Off” by Izzy G

Submitted to Contest #52

My eyes widen, even though I can still see the fake lashes glued to my eye lids. My jaw drops, my lips tightening a little, reminding me of my lack of lip gloss or chapstick. My face colors, heating with shock. Or embarrassment. Or anger. All good choices. His hands are on her hips, holding her close. He did that to me this morning. His deep brown eyes are shut, those intelligent orbs hidden behind tan lids. Their noses brush, his straight and gorgeously structured, hers powdered and a little crooked from accidentally tripping and la...

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“Bestfriends Are Cool” by Izzy G

Submitted to Contest #50

He shudders, huddling closer to the thin plywood wall, picking at a splinter in his finger. He nibbles his chapped lips and glances out the hole in the wall that stands as a window. Mitchel winces and glares at his short fingernails, because clearly they were at fault for him not sanding the ladder up to his personal slice of heaven when he had the chance. He huffs and blows his bangs out of his face for a second before gravity forces them to graze his eye lashes again. A bird chirps and his eyes go back to the window, where a bird is visibl...

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“Thank You, Kyle From Art” by Izzy G

Submitted to Contest #46

I sit, staring at the little curser, lips purses in a confused frustration. I sigh, tapping my fingers over the keys randomly, trying for a second to read the alien language I created before deleting what I wrote. I look up at the ceiling, following the moth slowly with my eyes. The front door creaks open. I ignore it and hold down the 'e' key without looking away from the fuzzy, fluttering miller. My brows furrow in contemplation. Why does my family call moth's millers? I shrug at my own question. I lick my lips, tracing my tongue over them...

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