Julia Snyder

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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4 Stories

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“Decoding Botany ” by Julia Snyder

Submitted to Contest #86

I've never really been the type of person who liked flowers. Honestly, I was never the type of person who liked anything that could possibly insinuate romance. The color pink, cartoon hearts, rom-coms, love letters, etc etc. All of that ooey gooey goofy shit. And, I know, it's cliche for the child of a traumatic divorce to be a cynic, but cliches are cliches for a reason. When you watch two people lie to each other about loving one another for thirteen years, you tend to have an aversion to human connection. This is, however, besides the poi...

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“A Final Choice” by Julia Snyder

Submitted to Contest #83

I stare into the sunset, doing my best to feel as if I am the earth below me and the sky above me, or at least as if they are parts of me as much as I am parts of them. This day had been overwhelming to the point of a total mental breakdown. You know those days where you get into your car after work or school- or whatever dumb shit you have going on that day- and you just want to start driving until you find a new life? Those days where you could just keep your foot on that pedal until you reached a place where no one knows your name or rec...

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“Regret” by Julia Snyder

Submitted to Contest #81

You know that feeling where you know you're going to regret something as soon as you've decided to do it? Like, the words are coming out of your mouth or you're pushing the button, and that cool, burning feeling of dread rushes through your entire nervous system. And it's not like you can just stop doing whatever regretful action this is, especially when other people are involved. You just have to accept that you're screwing everything up with every forward motion you make. That's kind of what the past year of my life has felt like. It's...

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“Fixer Upper” by Julia Snyder

Submitted to Contest #76

One… two … three. The thoughts begin to slow down in my brain. One … two … three. I remove clammy palms from a tear streaked, puffy face. One … two … three. My breathing steadies as I take note of my surroundings. I remind myself that I am safe, I am healthy, I am alive. I sit up straight, take a deep, shaky breath, and put my pen down on the page. December 27th, 2020 Trying to constantly survive yourself is like living in a house that is constantly falling apart. For the majority of my life, I’ve been holed up in the basement of this ...

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