L.M. Huntwork

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2022

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Only Thing We Have To Fear Is Silence” by L.M. Huntwork

Submitted to Contest #239

"Can I ask you something?" I question the air. Silence is my only answer. I let out a little sigh, turning over. I peer over my plush, teal comforter and try to make out something—anything—in the darkness. "What's it like?" I whisper to the jilting shadows. My fan vibrates, squeaking as it turns on its degraded plastic base. A soft hum comes from outside as cars pass by in the distance. "How about this?" I flop over so my eyes are back to staring at the ceiling. "I'll tell you something." More silence drones on around me. "I do...

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“Frayed Edges” by L.M. Huntwork

Submitted to Contest #237

“That’s our last kiss,” he whispered against my lips. I stiffened as his words sunk in. I took an abrupt step back and stared in disbelief. Has this entire night been a game? I couldn’t help the wetness from forming, threatening to streak my face in more misery. “That’s our last kiss,” he repeated. “Our last kiss with a stranger. Our last time wondering if the other person feels the same. When I kiss you again, it'll be our first time. A first kiss between lovers. A first kiss between two people who for once in this rotting world, choose eac...

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“Only Demon's Know How to Pick Friends” by L.M. Huntwork

Submitted to Contest #203

My fingers curl, instincts pushing me to bend my knees. Was it thumbs out? Or in? My mind whirls in so many different directions. As soon as he nears, I throw a fist out. I make slight contact with his arm as he moves out of the way. My fist collapses on impact, and my fingers splay out with an immediate soreness. I shake it off and barely drop in time to miss his throw. "Are you sure you want to be doing this?" I question, exhaustion beginning to needle its way through my joints. "Don't back off now!" My friend yells ba...

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“Fate with a Side of Mizu Yokan” by L.M. Huntwork

Submitted to Contest #200

He always sits on the same bench. He stays put as if his body were roots and the sun waters his soul with its rays. Every evening he stays until the sky darkens, eventually taking a stroll through town, talking to everyone in sight. All my life, I heard stories about the old man and the possible reasons behind his sudden appearance in town. My friends and I discussed the gossip surrounding him for weeks. I never believed the tall tales until today. Today, I wanted to believe. I walked along the sidewalk, watching the hues turn in the dista...

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“His Saké Breath” by L.M. Huntwork

Submitted to Contest #194

"Thanks for coming in!" My voice rings out with disturbing precision. Retail life has ingrained very particular habits in me that are nearly unbreakable. I quickly grab my grocery bag and scurry out of the store before the cashier can acknowledge my words. "Thanks for shopping with us, sir!" A small voice echoes behind me. My hands tremble with embarrassment as I reposition the paper bag in my arms. I hate my life. I get to my vehicle in seconds, my humiliation driving my feet. Suddenly, a blur jots across my vision. I stare across the way...

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“Weathered Moments” by L.M. Huntwork

Submitted to Contest #189

The lulling cadence of rain pouring down on the tin roof was a comforting sound. The rhythm bore its way through my chest and settled in. My mind stirred as a familiar voice rang through the storm behind me. I peek around the corner and see him. My fingers begin to tingle and warmth spreads down my neck. I quickly lunge behind the building before he can spot me. I try to take a deep breath, but my throat is too raw and my exhale forces a cough from me. I sputter and choke over the stinging, trying to clamp my hand over my lips to cont...

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