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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020
Submitted to Contest #120
The melody begins slowly, the low dark sound of the lone cello filling the empty space and echoing around much like the thoughts in her own mind. The melancholic music seems to come from the shadows of the large room, its darkness broken only by small streaks of sunlight and her stark white dress. The extended notes from the cello continue, irreverent to her inner turmoil, yet deeply attuned to its anguish. She takes a deep breath, making the small beads on the bodice twinkle, slowly lifts her delicate chin, and raises her arms to position. ...
Submitted to Contest #67
I never even know their names. I watch their faces melt from their skulls, I hear their screams and I smell their burnt flesh, but I never know their names.I remember Number 1. I was 13 and happily walking out of the mall after a fun day of shopping and laughing with my friends. I remember the heat of the humid summer afternoon struggling into our lungs after hours of artificial air-conditioned oxygen. I had fallen behind my peers to answer my fatherβs text. He was always worried like that and I never knew why until that exact day.I remember...
Gre up filled with different cultures and so many stories. I'm an avid reader and lover of words.
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