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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020
Submitted to Contest #104
Are you coming tonight? The text glared at me through my lock screen, itching for a response. Probably one of the worst questions to ask someone, in my opinion. It falls right at the top of the worst offenders list, along with "Do I know you from somewhere?". Because let's be honest, if I haven't confirmed that I'm coming by the night of the event, you should know that I'm not. And if you have to ask me if you know me from somewhere, it's clear that you don't. As with every unnecessary question my answer is the same:...
Submitted to Contest #57
The blood of a warrior resides within me. For generations, my ancestors have fought in wars to restore peace. Against those that sought to destroy their wealth, power, virtue, and leaving shards of it buried in the sand. There, in the Motherland, two tribes went to war against one another instead of standing beside each other. No unity, no harmony. These were the Tribes of the Sun and Moon. The Motherland is a vast area based at the heart of the equator. Here, the sun's rays blessed the earth and fuelled the civilians' livelihoods, the riche...
Submitted to Contest #55
When I saw you that night, under those golden lights, I knew I had to have you. I watched you hold the little boy so tenderly as you sang him to sleep. I envisioned you in five years in the same position, holding a boy that looked just like me. Your voice was like a siren, luring me closer - sweet melodies that left comforting oscillations in my ears. What I felt was magnetic, the way you moved so majestic. I couldn’t contain the sensations that you stirred inside of me. You saw me then, but you turned away, and my heart grew fonder for yo...
Submitted to Contest #54
Trigger warning: suicide  All he could do was wait. There was nothing beautiful or calming about the art of being still, not like he had expected. The world was spinning uncontrollably, while life suddenly seemed to be seeping through the cracks of his broken visage. How could he be still? The room he had been instructed to wait in, was filled with a disturbing silence. An elderly couple were seated in a corner to his left, neither of them acknowledging each other or anyone else for that matter. A few seats down, a middle-aged woman sa...
Submitted to Contest #51
Nostalgia. It lifts you from despair and places you into a land of freedom. Once, life had meaning without having direction. I could escape to a place that was as vast as my vivid imagination. The only insensitive thing was the wind that threatened to carry my little body with it. The light from the sun mirrored the glow in my heart, blazing bright, offering life. I was once at peace with nature, away on a cloud while still firm on the earth.The only thing on my to-do list was to visit the meadows a short walk away from my old family home. I...
Submitted to Contest #50
April 7th. It was one of my favourite days besides Christmas and New Year’s. It was this day 9 years ago that I became a girlfriend, Jeremiah’s girlfriend. We were two playful teenagers with a multitude of similarities and feisty attitudes that isolated us from the rest. He’s the only person that brought me back to reality when I began treading too dangerously, close to slipping off the edge. He’s the only person I’ve ever been with, my first everything. Many people have attacked me, attacked us for this. “How boring, you really haven’t live...
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