Lindsay Marshall

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2024

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“A Secluded Sacrifice” by Lindsay Marshall

Submitted to Contest #280

“Do you forgive me?” “I can’t.” “I said I was sorry. I’ve done everything I could to make it right. What else can I do?” “You could go back in time and make better choices.” “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was young and foolish.” “‘I didn’t mean to’ and ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t make it better. It doesn’t change the past.” “So you’re going to hold this against me for the rest of our lives?” “I don’t know. I don’t know how to move on.” “I can’t change the past. I lived in ignorance, not knowing that what I did was ...

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“Eyes Like Hers” by Lindsay Marshall

Submitted to Contest #279

I’ve heard it said that we are born looking for someone looking for us. Makes sense, right? It’s usually, at the very least, our mother who is looking for us, waiting to see who was growing inside of her all of those months. From that moment of birth on, our eyes are always searching the earth, the horizon, looking for someone who is looking for us. That was certainly true of me. I was born looking for someone looking for me. I must have known from inside the womb that my mother didn’t want me. Can an unbor...

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“The Brothers” by Lindsay Marshall

Submitted to Contest #278

“It’s mine,” Pete said as he reached for the ring. “There it is!” James said, as he extended his left hand for the ring.“Finally!” Mark said, obviously relieved, as he lunged for the jewelry box. All three brothers spoke at the same time, descending on the ring in the burgundy-colored velvet jewelry box.All three brothers, equally shocked at the claims of the others.All three brothers, ready to throw punches, if it meant that the ring would be theirs.Testosterone filled the room, which moments before, had been full of laughter ove...

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Author bio

I see the world through words. I don't know what I like more-reading, writing, or thinking-so I do as much of all three as I possibly can, all while navigating life with my three children and husband. A part of me heals every time I read a story, fiction or not. A part of me heals whenever I write. We heal as we write our stories and read others.