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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020
Submitted to Contest #181
I've always seen these mountains as the edge of the world - a fine line between another world and the mundane activities of salt drying meat and choping firewood for the upcoming winter. Beyond the purple mist that wreaths the evergreen branches and the the rays of sunlight filtering through the branches, there always seems to be... more. When the pathway from the cottage to the treeline fades from crunching gravel to the crackle of dried leaves and snap of branches underfoot, the woods seem to hold their breath. The birds quiet for a split ...
Submitted to Contest #85
The earth shuddered, shaking the house to its very foundation, dust raining from the ceiling and the wooden boards and plaster creaking like old, tired bones. Lucie clutched her doll closer to her chest, burying her fingers in it’s small braids of cornsilk hair, pressing her face against it, breathing in the scent of Mama’s spicy perfume, that still clung to the fine strands. Lucie wailed as the house shuddered again, plaster cracking with the force of the bombs that rained down on the city, like a storm of falling, catastrophic angels. Her ...
That's the thing about this city. This damned, cursed city. When the sun sinks below the towering buildings, like honey falling to the bottom of a mug of tea, and the shadows stretch long over the streets, it transforms. A city that was chock full of people, merley hours before, emptied of shoppers, taxi's, hawkers and performers- colorful ribbons, spray paint cans and wares of all sorts stuffed precariously into bags, cars and boxes as the first hint of the impending evening. The music that fills the streets, spilling from restaurants and l...
Submitted to Contest #59
Though this city is full of people, I see ghosts everywhere. These ghosts are the size of the mountains that once crested the horizon. These giant skyscrapers and office buildings that poke up from the ground like giant thorns that pierce the sky. They grow so rapidly, like weeds. One day there was a plot of forest, the next and smoldering stretch of earth and soon after - a torre, a heaping pile of metal and brick, peering down at its occupant with lifeless, glass eyes. These ghosts tear across the land like the rivers that once raged...
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