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Lacey Hill

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

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L'Appel du Vide

Lacey Hill

Submitted to Contest #171

One of the most stunning features of the exposed rock of The Grand Canyon are all of the colorful layers of millions upon millions of years of sediment. The reds and ochers, golds and tans show their colors brilliantly, illuminated by the sun which shines freely, unimbedded by clouds. But as Nina gazes on, she can't stop the tears. The scenery in front of her vanishes, blurred and then lost to the despair that fills her heart like the tears fill her eyes.***Out of all the times to up and take a trip, Nina has to concede to herself that she d...

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The Long Road Home

Lacey Hill

Submitted to Contest #171

1999 I come home from school to a dark house. It’s Friday, so there is no telling where everyone is. Callie could be at a neighbor’s house, with Mom, or in the woods for all I know. As usual, there is no note. Greg doesn’t normally come home until after 5:30 from work. He’s a mechanic at Sears Automotive, and he is always a little greasy and smells like motor oil and tires before he showers. After moving in with us last fall after Mom’s…ordeal, it was nice to have someone home to balance her out. Or it would have been nice if that had a...

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Sunny, Rainy Days

Lacey Hill

Submitted to Contest #170

The day I moved to America it was raining. Maybe if it were a cloudy, gloomy day it would have actually made me feel better in my quiet anger. A dreary setting to match my dreary mood. But no, despite the pouring rain, the sun was shining brilliantly. “Welcome to America, Lorraine,” the sun was saying, while the rain added “It’s highly unlikely to suit you.” This was confirmed the moment we left the crowded airport in Orlando, when the heat and humidity hit me like a train, adding to my bleakness. I feel my mood grow worse with each ...

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Forced Closure

Lacey Hill

Submitted to Contest #169

Now Lightening flashes overhead, lighting the graveyard around me, and I startle at the glare. A distant rumble follows a few seconds later, as I make my way to the one place I've been avoiding for the better part of a year. I find what I've been searching for. “Hey Mom. It’s been a while,” I say to the headstone. It’s lovely and white and reads “Tawny Cole. Beloved Mother, Wife, and Daughter.” I stifle a derisive laugh. Beloved Mother. But I guess it’s not such a stretch. After all, she was beloved by me, once. A long time ago, and ...

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Spring Break

Lacey Hill

Submitted to Contest #169

There’s a black cat on the balcony next to me, and I stare at it, transfixed. It sits down and stares directly at me through the grills, it’s gaze menacing and unblinking. How very ominous for it being a beautiful day in April. “Babe, can you grab me a beer from the cooler,” Luca calls from the living room. I roll my eyes and grab a bookmark for the novel that I’m reading from the balcony. The salty air is humid and cool, and I was enjoying a break from the sounds of partying coming from the rooms. We’re all in a hotel suite that Gabby’s d...

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Roaring Springs

Lacey Hill

Submitted to Contest #168

I startle at the train whistle, and it pulls me away from people watching through the window. I look over at Callie and see that she's still reading her book. Typical. Anything to distract her from who we're traveling to see. I never thought I'd return to Roaring Springs, Colorado. There's a good reason for that. I was nine years old when I witnessed my mother try to kill herself. It was warm that evening, the kind of night where the wind feels perfect and the fireflies light up the dark. As I sat on the porch steps that night, watching t...

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First Heartbreak

Lacey Hill

Submitted to Contest #168

Boston explodes into Autumn around us, leaves showing off in shades of flames, and that familiar smell that is uniquely autumn filled the air.Not that I was able to enjoy it.I saw in shades of gray, smells didn’t register to me, and if my surroundings were beautiful in any way, well…let’s just say I was less than receptive. I skipped classes, emailing that I was sick to my professors and ignoring assignments. Called my coaches and faked the flu, getting bed rest orders for the next week.I just wanted to hide.Disappear.The thought of facing p...

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