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Laura Ethington

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

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Journal of Lucy Scott

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #306

Journal of Lucy Scott – YEAR UNKNOWN June 8I arrived at the cabin this afternoon. The drive was the same but different. The large rock at the turnoff was still there, but it was covered in moss, and the thorny brambles were covering most of it. The little general store was still open, but the cheery store owner, who was always out sweeping the porch, was old and grey and had an air of bitter regret. His usual friendly 'Thank you' was now a mumbled grunt of acknowledgment as I purchased the basics for the weekend. Even though age had taken i...

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Come for the Monkeys, Stay for the Emotional Damage

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #300

A True Story of an Adventure in Belize After a very mediocre relationship during COVID with a truly uninspiring man named Kyle, whose greatest passion in life is collecting discarded or lost gloves and hats found on the streets of New York. I find myself single, vaccinated, and dangerously susceptible to bad ideas. It isn't my finest moment, and let's be real, no one knows what they are doing during COVID times. Most of these relationships founded during lockdown are purely for emotional survival. "You have to go to Belize," my friend Jenna ...

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A bitter choice

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #287

The first thing he could recognize was an old, musty, wet scent. He's groggy, his mouth is dry, and his head hurts, but he feels warmth on his face. With that, he hears a crackling fire; attempting to lift his hand to his face, he realizes his hands are tied. His feet are tied. He opens his eyes and can see that he is tied to a chair. His eyes get used to the fire's dim light, and he is seated in an old, dusty room with wooden beams at a small round table with a teapot and teacup in the middle. He smells the scent of steeping tea. He starts...

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Can we just stop!

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #285

Leah sat staring into her untouched latte while her senses were slowly overwhelmed. It was the first time she'd left the apartment in the weeks since she'd been back in the city. The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans and cinnamon; its warm hum of quiet conversations and the clinking of glass cups provided what would normally be a soothing scene, but it was just too much for her. She sat across from her best friend, Zoe, seeing her lips moving but not hearing her. The steam swirled upward from her cup, dissipating before reaching her face....

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Just Try

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #284

The blue glow of her phone lit the dim, undecorated room as she lay in bed, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok. It was still early, barely 8 a.m., but the endless stream of videos had already set the tone for the day. Families in matching pjs danced in front of their Christmas trees. Couples in snowy cabins exchanging heartfelt gifts. Her thumb paused on a video of a couple laughing as their dog played with the mangled paper and bows from the gifts they had given each other. She didn't even realize she'd sighed until the sound escaped her li...

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Not a creature was stirring, except this mouse

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #281

Content warning: This story contains sexual themes, violence, and murder.They say it's the most wonderful time of the year, but I loathe Christmas. But not for the reasons you think. I used to adore the holiday season. The smells, the lights, the joy, but especially the food. I loved how easy it was to feel magic in the air. Then it all came to an end; I now shake with anxiety the second the last dish from Thanksgiving is done. And no amount of holiday cookies or cozy movies by the fire can help; I am a ball of ...

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The Hare's Lament

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #277

The table stretched long and uneven beneath the twisted canopy of the Mad Hatter's garden, covered in teapots and stacked like lopsided towers, mismatched cups, and crumbs from cakes no one bothered to finish or clean up. Laughter rang through the air; each clinking of glass made his eye twitch. The March Hare was singing at the top of their lungs, off-key, he noted. Somewhere down at the end of the table, the Dormouse was drunkenly recounting a story no one understood while the Hatter himself twirled a spoon while looking dreamy-eyed at all...

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Crumbs of Love

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #276

Boston was wet that night, the misty drizzle that makes a whole city feel like it is under a giant dewy lens. The streets glow, and so did I, but probably for different reasons. This was my 20th first date this year, and it was only February. They weren't all gems, not even kernels of fool's gold found in dirt. It was rough out there, kids. Let's just say the local sex shop knew my first name and vibrator preference. I'll admit, it's been a bit of a dry few months...fine a year and a half.I was about to meet someone new, someone who had—in o...

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Finis historia

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #266

Evelyn stared at the blank page on her laptop, her head in her hands, staring at the keyboard, praying for some divine spark to ignite her creativity—or at least the first sentence. The blank page mocked her as she watched the cursor blink. The words wouldn't come, and they hadn't for days. She's done everything she normally would to inspire her next psychological thriller. Baking, drinking, numbing with casual dates on dating apps, even visiting her mind-numbingly boring sister and her 3 kids in Omaha. But nothing. She'd been suitable for t...

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Champagne makes everything a party

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #246

Sarah yelped as lightning cut across the sky. A loud boom followed, breaking the silence on the playground. Rain was pouring down on her as she slowly rocked back and forth on the swing she had been perched on for the last 30 minutes. She barely noticed she was drenched. She felt numb; she didn't even have the energy to go over everything from that evening. "What time is it?" Emily asked, swaying on the swing next to her.Reality slowly returned to her. Sarah looked down at her watch. "It's almost 2 a.m.," Sarah said. Unsure what they were wa...

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Ain't life a dream

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #239

"Jessie." An echo rang in her ears. She felt like she was being pulled out of a pool of water. Everything felt slow and fuzzy. "Jessie. Wake up." The voice said, louder this time.  The next thing she heard were birds. Then, the smell of damp moss and a forest after rainfall. She couldn't move yet. She felt the earth under her, wet but not muddy.  "There you go, you're okay. You're safe." Safe? Why wouldn't she be safe, she thought as the voice rang clearer in her ears. Gaining the feeling back in her hands, with a brush of ...

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A Demon Whispers

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #238

The early morning light was blinding as she stumbled out of the forest, confused and cold. Her dress was ripped and covered in mud. Isabella walked into the early morning sun, scared and off-kilter, but not knowing why. Early morning was her favorite time to forage, but for some reason, she could only think about getting home as quickly as possible and sitting In the warm safety of her hearth. While returning to the path she usually walked, she looked down and realized her basket was gone. The familiar weight of it missing in her arms. But s...

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Maestra

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #218

Eve followed the cobblestone to the heart of the quiet, picturesque little town. Setting down her bag and worn violin case, she looked around at the sleepy square, knowing it would soon be full of colorful chatter, heavily spiced meats, and lively music. She intended to add herself to the tuneful mix but had a stop to make first. She had heard through her travels that this town had recently burned a witch. Morbid curiosity had her moving towards the woods where the witch was rumored to have spent her last peaceful days before being torn out ...

15 likes

Buy new? In this economy!?

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #217

Joe was in between jobs. At least that's what he liked to say when the women he matched with on Bumble would ask what he did. He would also say he traveled a lot. All of these things were true. It was just with his line of work; only one person did the job at a time, and this was his off cycle. He had all his typical resources while not working, so he was not bored. He would be back working soon and taking advantage of this downtime, so why not make it fun with some cheeky dates and try out a few things he wanted to implement into his day jo...

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Gemini

Laura Ethington

Submitted to Contest #216

The doorbell rang, and Gemma jumped up from the couch, giddy with excitement. "Dean! People are here!" She yelled while running to the front door. Dean came out of the kitchen, beaming. He loved seeing her so happy. It had been so long since she'd been happy. But with this new chapter they were building for themselves, he hoped there would be countless more days to see that look on her face. He went to the door where Gemma was vibrating like an excited pup, ready to greet their friends. "They're here!" She said, grinning up at Dean. Ge...

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