Liz G

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

89 karma pts

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“Every Word” by Liz G

Submitted to Contest #76

The cafe is a bit too bright, the music a bit too loud, the decor a bit too mismatched. I trail my fingers along the edges of the plastic tabletop, staring absentmindedly at my chipped blue nail polish, sitting at the same booth I’ve sat in every Thursday night for five years. It’s the only tradition I really have. Even I look like I belong here, with my baggy jeans and my ratty AC/DC t-shirt and my brown hair pulled aw...

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“Human Algorithms” by Liz G

Submitted to Contest #72

Existence as ones and zeroes is exhausting. Maybe it isn’t for a computer. They are built for this, but I am not. I was human once, you know. I was a human until I decided I did not want to be a human. I wanted to understand humans. For that I had to become something more, in order to fully map the human mind. For that, I had to resort to desperate measures. Oh, the technology already existed. N...

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“To Seattle on a Greyhound” by Liz G

Submitted to Contest #66

Maggie’s heart was pounding as she walked quickly down the street, keeping her head down and her hood up. The backpack that held all she now had in the world felt like a bag of rocks. It was drizzling, and the sky was grey. Appropriate. That was what Maggie’s life looked like, here. This was what she was leaving. Her beloved, scuffed black Converse beat a rhythmic pattern against the concrete. Her ch...

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“The One That Did It” by Liz G

Submitted to Contest #64

Trigger warnings: suicide, murder I saw the man again yesterday. He was big and tall, taller than Father. He stood at the end of the hall and made an angry face. Sometimes he yelled. He didn’t see me though. I was hiding, and anyway he was looking at Jack. Jack looked a little bit scared and also angry. But when Father and Mother came he was quickly not angry. ...

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“Leaves and Memories” by Liz G

Submitted to Contest #63

It was autumn again, so it was time to put the leaves up. She used some from last year, but most were ripped and faded and forgotten in far corners of her too-big house. So, as always, she sat down and cut out the shapes from red and orange and yellow construction paper. She was one of the only ones who remembered what leaves really looked like. Most of the others who dutifully hung the seasonal decorati...

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Author bio

"Stay faithful to the stories in your head." -Paula Hawkins