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JM Daisy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

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The Path to Truth

Submitted to Contest #284

*This is the first story I have finished in quite a while, so please feel free to leave constructive feedback or any tips and advice after reading! * “I cannot believe you got us lost in the woods” Olivia said looking on the paper map sprawled out on the ground in front of her”“I just wanted to clear my head. It is not my fault that they decided to build this retreat in the middle of the impossible to solve woods” Veronica huffed quickly, turning to see if there was suddenly a magical yellow brick road to follow back to their cabin. A few we...

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A Simple Ceremony

Submitted to Contest #191

(Warning: Story involves mental health)There is a cliff close to our house; it is one mile from our front door. There is a barricade around the edge of the cliff, but I created my way through years ago. Every day when the voices get loud and I feel my control slipping through my fingertips I run to the cliff. I sit and feel the mist, cool and clean, coming up from the water over 60 feet below. As it calms every inch of me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes I sit and take in the mist that the cliff gives to me. My parents ask...

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A Pit of Flowers

Submitted to Contest #188

        “So, what’s the catch?” these where the words echoing in grace’s mind as she stared blankly down at the brown wooden box that her grandfather now laid in. He always used that same phrase when people would share bad news with him. He knew there was always good and bad, but more importantly he knew that there was good in the bad. All you had to do was find it, and that is exactly what she was struggling to do. It had been almost an hour since the funeral had ended, and she was still stuck staring...

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