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Lila Evans

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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The House of Whispers

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #295

Cassidy was always in the way.At home, the kitchen bustled with too many voices, the clatter of dishes, the wails of her younger siblings demanding things only their mother could give. The air was thick with exhaustion, her mother’s hurried movements like a windstorm around the house, rushing from one crisis to the next.Cassidy tried to help — rocking the baby, picking up scattered toys, folding laundry with hands too small to make perfect corners. But no one noticed. If she spoke, her words were lost in the clamor. If she sat quietly, she b...

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Stirring Up the Past

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #295

Esme stood in the center of her kitchen, staring at the sleek marble countertops like they belonged to someone else. In a way, they did. This was her house, technically, but she had spent the last year floating through it like a ghost, barely interacting with the space beyond the necessary movements — microwaving pre-packaged meals, drinking coffee straight from the pot, stacking dirty dishes in the sink and leaving them there until she couldn't anymore.Her kitchen, once a place of refuge, had become a tomb. Once a place that held evening co...

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In the Name of the Park

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #295

They say you never really know what someone is like, not truly. Life has a funny way of showing you. Coincidences, they call them — those little twists of fate that seem too good to be true. Like how, just as the park started filling up with the wrong kinds of people, they all began to disappear. One by one. Strange, isn’t it?I’ve lived here for decades, in this little house with its flower boxes and its white shutters, watching the seasons change, watching the people come and go at the park across the street. For so long, the park was perfe...

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I've Said Too Much

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #294

(Note: This story does include the finding of a deceased body; reader discretion is advised) I noticed him the first time at the coffee shop on 3rd Street. He sat two tables over, stirring a cup of tea he never drank. He wasn’t looking at me, not directly, but there was something in the way his head tilted, the way his eyes flickered over the rim of his cup, that made me feel observed. Every so often, he would blow on his mug, and eventually, this act became unsettling, as I knew the tea must have grown cold in the hour he sat unmoving. This...

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On the Way to Work

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #293

The morning is the same as it always is. I wake before the sun, peeling the sheets from my skin like old wallpaper, easing myself from the bed so I don’t wake him. The air is cool against my bare arms as I pad to the kitchen, where the coffee pot grumbles and steams, spitting out its offering. The cat brushes against my ankle, purring, oblivious. I pour my coffee into the same chipped mug, the one with the faint crack along the rim that I always mean to replace but never do. It fits my hand too well. The house is quiet. The kind of quiet tha...

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All the Colors in a Year

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #292

2020 was colorful. It was the year of pain, of growth, of loss, of rebuilding. I did not know, when I packed away the Christmas ornaments, that I was also packing away the life I had built with you. The greens and reds lingered after the holiday, a stubborn reminder of what once was. Pine needles stuck to the carpet, and the garland draped limply over the banister, as if it, too, was weary. The red of the stockings, once filled with love and excitement, now felt hollow, a whisper of the past. I packed them all away, my hands slow and deliber...

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Detective Cross

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #291

[Note - this story involve a crime and crime scene - reader discretion is advised] A city never sleeps, and a police station never stops bleeding. The air inside the station was thick — stale coffee, burnt-out cigarettes, sweat from too many bodies working too many hours. Phones rang, voices barked orders, a keyboard clacked somewhere in the background. Another case. Another mess to clean up. Cops, detectives, and even secretaries sat hunched at their desks, fingers, eyes, and lips moving constantly. People brought in from the streets ...

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Unspoken

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #290

The buzz of his phone on the nightstand pulled Ben from sleep.For a second, he just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, willing it to stop. But it didn’t. His hand fumbled for the phone, and when he saw the name on the screen – Chief Cable – he exhaled slowly, already knowing what was coming. He answered in a low voice. “Yeah.” “There’s been a stabbing. Hospital’s a mess. You’re the only one answering. Get here now.” Ben swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his face. “On my way.” He glanced back at Claire, curled under the blanke...

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The Second Shift

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #289

The reverse of a superhero – going in more, and coming out less.Chris Harper straightened his tie in the mirror of the dimly lit bathroom, the sharp lines of his charcoal suit crisp even under the flickering fluorescent light. He exhaled through his nose, rolled his shoulders back, and then, with practiced efficiency, loosened the knot and shrugged off his jacket. This was the part of the day he hated most. With careful deliberation, he folded his suit, placing it inside a garment bag he hung on the back of the stall door. The white button-d...

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RIP Rico

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #289

[Note, this story falls within the horror genre; while there is not specific gore or violence, it may be assumed. There is also mild language. Proceed at your own risk.] I never liked Janice. She was the kind of teacher who corrected your grammar in the break room, the type who sent mass emails about “the ongoing issue of stolen lunches” like we were in a corporate thriller instead of a poorly funded high school. If you were late submitting your lesson plans, she’d remind you. Twice. In bold. One time she told me the only good new teacher w...

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The Day the Words Got Loose

Lila Evans

Shortlisted for Contest #288 ⭐️

The rain began, a relief after a long, dry August. As if signaling the end of summer’s lazy days, the sky turned gray, and the first drops fell with a soft pitter-patter, carrying the fresh scent of wet earth. At first, it was soothing. But the rain kept coming. The parched ground, hardened into baked clay, rejected the offering. As the storms raged, water pooled on lawns, sidewalks turned to rivers, and gutters gurgled, whispering secrets as they carried the flood away. The rain began to seep into every nook and cranny of the old homes. It ...

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#KipRunsFast

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #287

Here’s the truth: this gear is nothing without me. My legs, my mind, my talent—that’s what makes the magic happen. Sorry to everyone who bought the same shoes thinking they’d run like me. They won’t. #KipAndOnlyKip #WahoosAreTheFuture #KipRunsFast. These are the types of posts Kip Hoffbloom posted – along with a perfectly curated flat lay of his gear, with a trophy in the corner for motivation, and his lucky blue Brooks hat. One could imagine him posting, quickly exiting out, and waiting for his phone to chirp out notifications. Kip was trai...

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A Cup of Tea

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #287

Each evening, I end my day with a cup of tea. As the tea steeps, and the hot water takes on the color of the leaves, the day develops before me, like a polaroid picture. In the quiet of the sleeping house, the vibrating energy that jars my mind softens to a low hum, and I sit and unwind. It is in these moments that regret begins to blossom, shame at not being able to capture this calm when my children are awake. The remorse I feel for counting down the minutes until they go to sleep, to get to this place of peace. Questions of why I cannot f...

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Tim the Bookie

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #286

I try to keep to myself at work. I don’t like small talk, and I don’t especially like the people I work with. Each day is the same – write a list, complete my tasks, and check them off. Most people know this, and they tend to let me be. Everyone, that is, except for Tim. I should’ve known better when I realized I was the last one in the office – the last one aside from Tim. Tim leaned against the desk, fiddling with the replacement iPad he'd brought for one of the students. The fluorescent lights above flickered faintly, their hum blend...

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Thanks for Taking Me Along

Lila Evans

Submitted to Contest #285

I wanted to thank you for taking me along on that trip. After sitting alone for so long, I never imagined I’d get out to the lake one more time. I was just going through my photos, and I still cannot get over how “picture perfect” the entire trip was. Do you know what my favorite day was? The one when you caught that musky with your dad and Tommy. It had been a day full of sun, fun, and unfortunately, not a lot of fish thus far. No matter though. As the sun rose over the lake that day, I felt your familiar grip once again, steady...

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