Lark Bailey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The End” by Lark Bailey

Submitted to Contest #251

The End The End. That was the title of the final volume, at the very far side, on the very bottom, of the very back room. It looked like it had never been touched by human hands, and it occurred to me that if I became the first to break the spine and thumb the pages, I would also be the last. But let me start at the beginning: before the hidden back room, before the shelves and shelves of books with green and gold binding, before the library, before I came to this place. I don’t even know what this place is. Before...

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“Finale” by Lark Bailey

Submitted to Contest #232

I got a sun and moon tattoo on my 18th birthday, for the sole reason that I could. At the time, I thought it made me look a little bit earthy, a little bit punk. But, over the years, I stopped noticing the simple black design, an orb that is half darkened crescent moon and half luminous sunshine with wavy rays, on the inside of my left wrist, except for the times I decided to wear a watch or bracelet. Or, when someone else would ask me the significance behind it. No significance, really, just something I’ve had forever. Now, it seems like a ...

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“Forgotten Flowers” by Lark Bailey

Submitted to Contest #220

Matilda was quieter than usual on the way to the hospital. Normally, she loved long car rides with her husband, as it meant a chance to catch up with her better half without the interruption of one of her toddlers demanding every quarter-ounce of her focus. Even now, seven years after their wedding, she still craved that unstructured time with Will, that time when they had nothing but time, before the twins changed everything. There was no question of the depths of her love for her beautiful family, of course. Those two little girl...

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“Mortal Kombat” by Lark Bailey

Submitted to Contest #203

Alex and Reed spent the majority of the ninth grade together, alone, video game controllers in hand, in Reed’s damp, unfinished basement. It was cool and quiet there, a respite from their Mississippi junior high school, the waft of fledgling hormones floating amid the relentless heat. By mid-May, the sun was oppressive by school dismissal, and the 20-minute walk to Reed’s modest, single-story home on Vernon Street left the boys with heavy beads of sweat on their foreheads, their backs and shoulders matted from sagging book bags. They would a...

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