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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020
Submitted to Contest #60
Aiden opened his eyelids slowly, willing it to have been a dream, a drawn-out, dreadful, dream. His pupils shrank, adjusted, and took in the three sleeping figures. He heard the whirring of treadmills around them. Nope, this was still the apocalypse. He groaned in frustration, pounding the exercise mat beneath him. Bailey rolled to face him, “You know, mornings will get a lot easier once y...
Submitted to Contest #58
I woke up alone in an unfamiliar room. Where was I? My hands began an inventory of belongings and quickly located an unfamiliar item: a voice recorder. I pressed play. “Congratulations, you have been selected for an interview! There are a number of candidates in this building and each of you must attempt to escape without being captured by the others. You may use anything that you find along the way, how...
Submitted to Contest #56
I was dead.  This wasn’t part of the plan! I had spent months devising the perfect plan and this was definitely not in it. I was supposed to be going out for a special dinner with my girlfriend later tonight, supposed to be picking up the bouquet of multicolored tulips that were her favorite, supposed to be pulling out a ring from my jacket pocket and asking her to love me forever. Unthinking, my hand reached up to pat the pocket where that ring had been hidden; it was still there. I guess the afterlife took yo...
Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” Jenny’s ponytail swung back and forth as she passed out strawberry coolers around the circle.“It’s the ultimate drinking game; wa-ay more interesting than truth or dare. Everyone writes down a secret and puts it in this box...”As soon as I heard those words, I wasn’t in Jenny’s house anymore, I was transported to the basement of the house I grew up in. I wiped my palms on my skirt and swallowed, looking around the dark room that seemed to swallow things whole. I hated it down he...
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