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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019
Submitted to Contest #76
─ Welcome to this hearing where we shall find out what happened when Sophie was brought here to the headquarters. We have seen some disturbing pictures on TV. But we start from the beginning. Sophie, can you take a seat here in the front? Good. You can start with why and how you ended up at the farm in the wilderness. ─ I could not stand the life in town, isolated in a small flat. Our country had changed from democracy to a dictatorship in only one year, that was, and is, unbelievable. I got in contact with the resistance movement and thoug...
Submitted to Contest #47
You have to pull yourself together. You can`t `lay over me and sob like that. It`s not useful. Tears don`t help. Besides, you make me wet in the notch you made last year when you lost the big ceramics form at me. I don`t understand how you can be so clumsy. Yes, like that, straighten up and dry your tears. You used to stroke me over the tabletop and tell me how nice I was. And do you remember when you moved in? You patted me and clapped your hands and danced around me. “So beautiful you are!” you shouted. “I`m so happy I got you on the pur...
Submitted to Contest #45
─ Is it available here? She looked up. The man was around thirty, maybe. ─ Yes, always room for freedom. She smiled gently. He sat down on the other end of the bench. At once, the robot rolled towards them. “Two meters between, everything OK” whistled it. Then it moved on. ─ I never get used to that, she sighed. ─ I agree, totally. But on the other hand, it doesn`t discriminate against anyone. Everyone must keep the same di...
Submitted to Contest #4
─ Come on, wrap it up! Julia was so eager that she almost jumped up and down on the couch. Elisa could feel her irritation grow. Her sister was a grownup, nearly thirty years old, not a child. She tried to push aside her thoughts but squeezed the package a little bit longer than she needed. Julia sighed. ─ Shall we start the next round or wait for you? asked Mom. Elisa began the unwrapping. It was a little square thing as she could feel through the paper. She...
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