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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021
Submitted to Contest #83
My head emerges quickly from the waves but is quickly sucked back under. I thrashed and rolled my body, stuck under the water, wave after wave whipping me around. I'm only 6 years old and the little girl who pushed me doesn't know I can't swim. I try pushing my body up again and scream for help before my body gets shoved back down by another unforgiving wave. The water is trying its best to kill me. I don't want to die. A small hand grabs my pony tail and pulls my head above water. The pain in my scalp is nothing compared to the relief of b...
Submitted to Contest #81
I'm so excited! I get to see Aaron today. I haven't seen my best friend in 3 months, not since he went to that dumb football camp over the summer. I would of went to volleyball camp but my mom sent me to summer school instead. Ugh. We wrote each other the whole time though. We are meeting at the mall to pick out my birthday dress and his tuxedo for my Quinceañera. I couldn't be more excited for him to be my escort for my party. We get to hang out all day and night, and he said he'd help block me from all my annoying relatives. I'm so hap...
I met Lorraine when she was 5 years old, but to my 7-year-old heart I just knew we were going to be best friends. At 5 years old, Lorraine was spunky, full of energy and life. We went on adventures, got in trouble together, and began a friendship that would last through the toughest times. We would run out and jump in the pond every day after lunch, hand in hand. Splashing and laughing. We’d stay out until the crickets started singing then run back home, just in time for supper. Lorraine’s dad was the town drunk, and her mama was a quie...
Love after Miscarriage By K.L.Newton    It hurts. I’ve been bleeding for three weeks now. When will it end? Why did this happen to me? To us? I glance over at my husband, David, and the guilt crashes into me again. The sobs rack my body all over again, and he reaches for me. Sorrow in his eyes. I pull away, unable to be held by the man who I let down. I lost our baby for reasons I don’t know yet. All I feel is pain. Pain as my body rids me of my child that we wanted so badly. The blood circles the drain and in that moment it...
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