Lani Lane

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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“The Tank” by Lani Lane

Submitted to Contest #58

Bubbles felt refreshed. The water was cool and clear; Mr. Ronald had taken to emptying it that very afternoon. Cleaning day was never the most comfortable – Bubbles really hated that bag – but it was worth it. Not a speck of dirt in the tank, no sir.The tank was small. Just some purple and green rocks, a couple pieces of seagrass and a tiny stone castle. Bubbles had nibbled on the seagrass first-thing when Mr. Ronald dumped him in the tank. He was furious to discover it was plastic and proceeded to spend the next few minutes giving Mr. Ronal...

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“Power On” by Lani Lane

Submitted to Contest #58

Warning: Mature themes. Discretion advised.Her name was D0T-3000. Master called her Dot.He had bought her one year ago, and the first night was the worst. He had seen the ads and heard the ravings from his friends – but he’d never had one for himself before. So, he tested.“Power on,” he said. Dot blinked, and Master smiled. There was no light in his eyes.Dot was the latest model. The makers were good, but they did not know everything. For instance, Dot could not feel. Not yet. Her sensors registered when something brushed against her arm, ye...

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“Peckish Packer” by Lani Lane

Submitted to Contest #57

It was snowing when Alferd entered the pub on Bradshaw Road. He stomped his boots and shook the snow off his coat before sitting at the bar.“What can I get you?” asked the bartender. Alferd thought the man looked smart – a black button-down, black slacks and carefully gelled hair.“Whiskey.”Alferd glanced around the pub while the bartender busied himself. A couple talked quietly at a table by the frosted window. A Christmas tree sat hunched over in the corner. Holiday music spilled softly from a small speaker behind the bar and black and whit...

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“I Thank You” by Lani Lane

Submitted to Contest #57

Dr. Arthur Ainsworth sat at his bedroom desk, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and patted his brow. In front of him lay seven pieces of blank parchment.Arthur cleared his throat and picked up his quill.“To… Mrs. Remington,” he muttered as he scribbled on the first piece of parchment. “I thank you… for always seeing… the best in me.”Arthur gripped the quill until his knuckles were white. He vividly remembered sobbing in her classroom after confusing a simple addition problem.“You stupid boy,” snarled Mrs. Remington. “You will achieve not...

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“Halloween in Hailsbury” by Lani Lane

Submitted to Contest #57

Daisy Crawford had very long, black hair that she always tied into a loose bun. She had dark eyes and a crooked nose that was constantly runny. Her arms were too skinny, and her knees knocked together when she stood still. She was also dead.She hadn’t meant to die. Daisy was only a child when it happened and she didn’t remember it much, to be honest. It happened three hundred years ago.“It was dreadful,” sniffed Clara Crawford, Daisy’s mother, whenever she got to reminiscing. “Such a blue body… the river was particularly fast that day….”Clar...

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