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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019
Submitted to Contest #42
She wasn’t much good at cleaning. She could straighten things out, make the place appear neat and tidy, but she lacked the ability to actually scrub out the dirt. Well, she didn’t really lack the ability, she lacked the desire. Plus, she always felt when she did a task to the utmost that it was never good enough anyway so why bother? She was sure to miss something.She dusted off the surfaces she could reach and the periphery of surfaces that she couldn’t and then pulled out her Eureka Mighty Mite canister vacuum cleaner that had only one whe...
Submitted to Contest #26
Rachel was standing at Doug’s computer showing him their version of a coding system. Doug was new to the company.“Sorry. I’m not used to all these characters being used,” Doug said. “At Richter, we only used only about five at a time.”“Well, forget everything you know. Well, not everything obviously,” she said with a little giggle.Doug looked up at Rachel. She had an awesome smile when she wasn’t serious, when her face relaxed. And her hair was so thick and shiny. The ends were touching his arm ever so slightly as she leaned into the screen....
Submitted to Contest #22
PIXIE DUSTBY LINDA HERSKOVICAmy looked around at all the unfamiliar faces. She wasn’t sure what she was doing there. She didn’t feel very social. She was planning on staying home, finishing up all seven seasons of Mad Men on Netflix for the fourth time and going to bed early. It had been a truly epic cruddy year and she wasn’t expecting much from the upcoming one. And now she had to put on a party face.The apartment was done up very festive. There was a lot of chattering and some jazz background music, like a scene in a movie. She stood ther...
Submitted to Contest #18
My niece was waiting anxiously and impatiently for me to give her the folded note. She remembered the paper; she was about 4 when she gave it to him but she remembered. I was surprised that she did. I didn’t remember it although I was there too.“Goddamn it. It was just here!” I shouted, frantically searching my pockets for the missing thing. I couldn’t imagine where it was. I was a chronic checker and had felt the small paper about a hundred times on the bus. But maybe that one time, that last time, it fell out of my pocket and it was on the...
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