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LaSady Heiner

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

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A Runner's Way

(Minor warning! Small references/thoughts of possible suicide!) "Oh." My voice came out dull and numb, sounding strange to me. Oh? Was that all I could say? Even as the pain rose up in me and my blood seemed to pulse through my ears, resounding through my head, all I could say was a simple 'Oh'? My world had almost just crumpled and-- "I know this is hard to accept. Learning you have angina is one thing; we have many patients and known athletes that still do it even with that problem, so if it was angina alone it would be fine." The doc...

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Nobody To Hold

Submitted to Contest #232

“I’ll always be right next to you.” She could see her breaths in puffs in front of her, one of the few things that were visible in the dark. Closing her eyes, she sniffled, making a face of discomfort. No, worse than that. One of loss and sorrow. Trying to hold back the tears, she opened her eyes, looking for something. For someone. Anything. A light in the darkness, a snowflake in the barren land, a hand to hold, a fire to sit next to. Instead, all she found was the chilling cold surrounded by darkness inside and out. “Don’t let go...

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Secrets

Submitted to Contest #208

It started when Marin died. At first it was a regular day, but soon things began to change. I noticed things slipping in and out of the shadows, people's faces being blurry even if I looked them straight on, having the feeling that even though I was walking, I wasn't actually there. Obviously, I dismissed it. Who wouldn't? I was probably sick or just imagining things. Then it happened. One could say it was just coincidence, but the fact that the day had been strange didn't help. And then the way he died? Nobody just gets stabbed in a flip...

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Back to Square One It Is

This is how it started.... Just kidding. My life isn't some Star Wars: Revenge of The Sith crap. I'm just a regular 15-year-old trying to figure out what the bleep I'm doing with my life. Ahh, you want an introduction? You want me to explain why I'm doing this? See, the thing is, I don't. I don't know what I'm doing, signing up for a cheap-bleep website that offers 'therapy'. Guess I'll shut the computer. I shouldn't send this message to you, my so-called 'therapist'. What will you say to me anyway? What everyone else has been saying? Tha...

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