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Liv D

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2021

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Limes

Submitted to Contest #105

Life shivered and wrapped her cloak more tightly around her. Winters in New York were frigid. She much preferred tropical places, even though she had to drag a cooler around with her so the lemons didn't spoil.The people of New York had a dignified walk to them. Their footfalls were as crisp and rhythmic as the ticking of a metronome. They walked with their shoulders squared and their head down, hands plunged in their pockets. Life's gaze fell on one young man who was an outlier in this ubiquitous scene; his chin was flung towards the sky an...

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An Epitaph for my Neighbor's Dead Cat

Submitted to Contest #105

Honestly, at first I was glad she moved in. Before her my neighbors were a loquacious gay couple, and they were nice enough, but they had a ginormous Great Dane that crapped in my yard without restraint. Now, my yard is just kind of there, I don't really spend much time in it, or do any gardening, or anything like that, so I wasn't really monitoring the poop that was steadily building up in my grass, but after excessive use of the flyswatter one deliriously hot day I decided to wrench open the screen door and check out my dying lawn and oh b...

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Perfection Doesn't Cry

Submitted to Contest #105

She put her fingers on the ivories and the notes trickled out of the piano and danced around in the cavernous auditorium, elegant and silvery. It was captivating; it made the concert hall melt away, until it was just the music, a vivid splash of colors and fragrances.She was a child prodigy, only thirteen, the same age as me, yet the interpretations of the notes she played with spindly fingers were refined as most professional soloists. Her runs were as smooth as butter, her chords mellow, and even grace notes were played with the utmost car...

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