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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021
Submitted to Contest #255
He should have known that happiness wasn’t in his cards. Whenever it finds its way to him, it is ripped away from him. Figuratively…and literally.The knight who gave him his name laid on the grass, just like how he and she used to do. The green mixed with the red still seeping from her armor, barely visible in the midnight rain. Her eyes were dim, a far cry from the sun they once were. He breathed heavily, his hands still on her wounds. He knew she was gone, but if he stopped, he didn’t know what would happen to him. His back was turned...
Submitted to Contest #227
Natalie was cold. Every day, every night, he did naught but her daily chores. Once upon a time perhaps she would have enjoyed them, but ever since her home grew quiet and all other people left, she was left alone with nobody to talk to. Nobody to sing to. Nobody to be warm to. But that’s what she wanted. It was better that way. She worked more efficiently alone, and she had more time to herself, reading books and all the other things that were fun. Alone. So alone. But no matter. Her tower was beautiful, and even if it was ...
Submitted to Contest #225
Oswin’s paintbrush met air. Devoid of the paint marking the palette, he drew a blank. It was his job to paint a portrait of himself, but no matter what he tried, nothing came out. What a strange dilemma. He knew who he was, so why try to put it to light? And yet, he could not think of anything that the canvas could or should hold. “He’s so perfect he can’t even capture himself!” How annoying. A glance showed him his usual posse fawning over him. No matter what he tried to do, they saw him as perfect. It was quite maddening, to sa...
“We have plenty of time, Ash. What’s the rush?” “You wouldn’t understand. I don’t understand! Why can’t I just be happy?” When I fell in love with the brave Asher, a poor young man with a heart of gold, I knew my life would turn upside down. And this was no different than any other time he disrupted my boring day to day life. How often had he whisked me away from the mansion in the middle of the night, dancing in the rain until we both caught colds and couldn’t anymore? The sneezing made it all worth it. At least, that’s what I thought...
Submitted to Contest #97
“Master. What. Is. Outside. Night. But. Bright?”The broken words of her creation gave the young witch pause. Zinnia watched as the ethereal shadow lingered before the circular window of their shared tower, their home and shelter from the world outside.“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, dear. Aren’t you happy here with me?”Snapping its head back (or rather, what would be its head if it had one), the misty blackness seemed rather irritated. An odd emotion, she found, for a creature so devoid of anything human.“Of. Course. But. Curious...
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