Leanne Mara

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Carnations” by Leanne Mara

Submitted to Contest #47

It’s rather gloomy out today, you suppose. How fitting. A glooming peace this morning with it brings. Some shall be punished indeed. The cars pulled up some time ago, one by one into the parking lot, startling the grey morning quiet with the thudding of the doors, the performative scrape of high heels on asphalt. Strained voices, quiet words. Brief hugs, dry handshakes. Even if you didn’t already know perfectly well, you’d still be able to clock who is actually meant to be here by what they hold in their hands. Some thoughtful ...

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“Haunting in E” by Leanne Mara

Submitted to Contest #26

Iris stepped in shoulder-first, a cardboard box digging into her palms and a new silver key hanging from her finger. “Let me know if your mail key doesn’t work,” called the landlord, already retreating. “My number’s taped to the fridge.”“Okay—” called Iris, as the landlord vanished down the stairs. She carried her box through the dusty little entry and turned the corner to greet her empty, new, sunlit, blissfully-hers apartment—and stopped dead at the edge of the living room. When the landlord had emailed her two weeks ago to let h...

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“The Old Ennui: Or, The Refusal to Enjoy Anything” by Leanne Mara

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #25

Cole is pleased to admit that he’s never before found himself in the self-help section. Never needed it. Would hate to stoop so low, he thinks, dragging a superior eye over those brushing their fingers over all those bright-coloured titles. He’s not here for self-help. He’s here for help. Because just being in a bookstore will help. The culture of it all. The majesty of the written word, finely curated. He’s lucky he reads. Unlike all those sheeple out there who’ve forgotten how. Poetry, Cole thinks. Surely. This is his regula...

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“Birthday” by Leanne Mara

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #23

“He should have eyes. Here.”“What’re those?” “Rocks.”“I can’t give him rocks for eyes.”“Sure you can.”“I won’t. Wait here.” I will. Wait here, that is. I think all I’ve ever done is wait—not that I’ve been at it long. I wasn’t, and then I was. And then I waited, and finally you came. You and your sister, tumbling and slipping and stumbling, working very hard to roll and shape and stack me. You’ve given me a good, sturdy body, just so. And long straight arms—though they don’t seem to do much—and a scarf around my...

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Shortlisted 2 stories ⭐️

Contest #25

The Old Ennui: Or, The Refusal to Enjoy Anything – read story

Contest #23

Birthday – read story