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Lucia Faulkner

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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As The Mountain Melts

The mountain was melting. It had been for years, but during the last five the rising heat had increased the snow melt exponentially. What had once been one of the coldest places in the world was now lukewarm many days. It was the same everywhere, ice that had once sunk giant ships and fostered the travel of polar bears was barely equivalent to ice cubes in the drink that was the rising ocean. I hated this. Like many, I had wondered what it would be like to witness the end of the world, usually while reading dystopian novels or apocalyps...

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Mamie

Mamie had started her life poor. She was born in a bare shack in the middle of the Scottish winter to a mother barely older than 16. Her earliest memory was of her mom cradling her in her lap as she begged for change on the dirty Edinburgh streets. She supposed this must have worked well enough, passerby taking pity on the baby and young mom, given that they didn’t starve that first winter, nor the next. Her mother then found work as a maid for a wealthy family, the Gordons, who allowed Mamie to tag along as long as she didn’t make a mess. S...

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Lessons

I’m 9 years old and we’re driving through the highland forest with my friend and our families, going back from their farm. Her mom’s warning us about hitchhikers. Says that you never pick them up. Not women, nor children, even if they’re hurt. You have to keep driving. More than likely they’re decoys for traffickers who will take and hurt, if not kill you, too. And if they’ve escaped? Picking them up is just as much of a death sentence. Or they could simply be desperate, desperate enough to press a knife into your neck for a few dolares.&nbs...

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The Graveyard Shift

Submitted to Contest #109

When I’d found the ad for this job in the newspaper it seemed like a miracle. I’d been out of work for a few months, and was becoming somewhat desperate as my already meager savings ran lower and lower. The job was for the night shift at a local cemetery and paid well above what it seemed to merit. I’ve never been particularly bothered by the dark, though the cemetery did add a level of creepiness, but I figured that at this point it was better than nothing. I met with the groundskeeper the next morning. He was an older gentleman, L...

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