Laarni Odsey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“When Boredom Strikes” by Laarni Odsey

Submitted to Contest #200

October 2, 2008 I don't know why I did it. Boredom, I think. We'd already played 100 poker games, and no one felt like sharing scary stories in the candlelight. Or maybe they really didn't have any to tell. Not everyone grows up in a house haunted by five different ghosts, after all. Daniel would say it was just me being mean, but whatever. I don't feel bad about it at all. The third floor is for girls only. No boys allowed. It's the rule. When I heard the guy's voice from the staircase, what else was I supposed to do? Ignore it, I gues...

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“One Time, One Meeting” by Laarni Odsey

Submitted to Contest #194

A gust blew from the deck, through the covered walkway, tousling the loose strands hanging down Sachi’s face, before rattling the glass panes of the sliding doors at the top of the wooden steps where a young woman stood. She wore a kimono with a careful splash of red at the bottom where embroidered karabana flowers rose up to color the garment that was otherwise as white as snow. Her skin that showed was equally pale, her lips were lightly tinted with the same splash of color, and her big round eyes were the brown of late autumn. Sachi ...

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“Soul-searching” by Laarni Odsey

Submitted to Contest #186

There you are. I knew there was a Housekeeper in here, but you hid yourself so well I couldn't find you. What you doing in there? Sitting. I can see that, and that wasn't the question. You know the place is empty, right? I do. So why aren't you out here? I…I like it here. What? This part of the attic the location of a missing head from a gruesome murder a hundred years ago? This house isn't that old. There’s only been one family. Why don't you come out then? Well? This is my space. Was. Not anymore. The world is yo...

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“Lost” by Laarni Odsey

Submitted to Contest #102

Thursday. He is standing at the edge of the sidewalk, his back to the road, his heels right on the periphery. One push and he would tumble back, down. If it happens, will passing cars immediately notice in the darkness of the winter evening? Yes or no, he doesn’t seem to care. Or maybe he doesn’t notice.His eyes are on the ground, looking around, but without urgency. I don’t see anything, but there’s a good chance his quarry is invisible to my naked eyes, so I watch where I place my booted feet as I walk by.When I turn the corner and walk th...

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Author bio

I am an English teacher in Japan, and I love my job; but I want to learn how to write. This is me trying, so feedback will be very much appreciated.