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Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021
His malaise memories feel like blistering bugs crawling on his skin. Yet, not one manages to come in. Left inside, his rotting brain is only thoughts slowly, slowly draining him away. He feels like a zombie as he bites down on a burger. His friend's words feel like a cicada buzzing, and as hard as he tries, he can’t decipher any of them. Another bite. His barren brain gets murkier. As he chews, it feels like a chore. Something his friend says finally becomes clear. “You look tired, is work keeping you up late, man?” No, it wa...
Submitted to Contest #104
Her cousin, Elena, goes through her closet as if she’s her fairy godmother, but Harlem didn’t need a wand waved over her wardrobe just to go to a block party. As usual, her cousin was being overzealous about an outing, but what could one expect from someone who treated a shopping trip like a red carpet event. Usually, Harlem enjoyed her cousin's antics when she was nowhere near them, of course. Who wouldn’t love being around a cousin who treated life just like a movie? The only problem was Harlem didn’t want to be a star. She just wanted to ...
Submitted to Contest #95
The scent of flowers never left her mind even when she was surrounded by the scent of despair. No one would willingly choose to live in the underworld but she was never given any choice. She was tricked into eating seeds from the underworld and was bound here for half a year. The other half she spent with her mother who hovered over her and wouldn’t let her move unless she was also by her side. Persephone was tired of having everyone else decide her fate. She missed the times where she could freely frock the meadows on her own. Now, she is...
Submitted to Contest #93
She didn’t want to be here. A sentiment she displayed with an annoyed expression which her mother always compared to a phone submerged in water because much like a phone screen her face was frozen. The comparison was far off. Her annoyed expression wasn’t permanent, she did feel other emotions. They just seemed to never appear with this family or this town for that matter. As she walked, anyone who caught a glance of her found themselves quickly scuttling away in fear of becoming entwined with the dark vibes she emitted. She walked w...
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