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Lucid C

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023

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Merry Christmas

Lucid C

“You did alright,” The red headed elf stated as she began to pack her things, her comment directed at the human in the corner. “Although, there wasn’t much for you to do.” The human sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as a caffeine-induced migraine began to form behind his eyes. “You did great, Missy.” The comment was completely disingenuous, but the elf didn’t seem to notice. “Of course I did,” She responded matter-of-factly. “Jesus Christ…” The human groaned quietly. “Hey, d’you got any Advil up here? That sugar-packed iced coffee is g...

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Like Dust; Part 2

Lucid C

"He's been acting so strange lately. I'm just worried about him, that's all." "Mary, I'm sure he's fine. You know how teenagers are." I snuck back into my darkened room, taking care not to make any noise as I gently closed the door behind me. My heart was racing as I remembered the hushed conversations they had been having about me for weeks. I slumped down in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection with a deep, heavy sigh. Slowly, I began to accept the strange, jet-black eyes that stared back at me. "Did you hear that? They're worrie...

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The Price of Living

Lucid C

[recording start] HARRIS: October 3, 2113, 19:00 hours. My name is Sydney Harris, I’m joined by Lucas Brown. [silence] BROWN: Do I start? HARRIS: Go ahead. BROWN: Okay, so, um… yeah. My name is Lucas, I am somehow alive through all this shit. Jesus, the patent hasn’t even expired on this thing, has it? HARRIS: Please stay on track. BROWN: Right, right. Uh… I mean, what do I say? I lost my mom in this, I guess. We weren’t close or anything, but it was still hard, y’know? Especially considering the circumstances with the whole, like, de...

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Reset

Lucid C

A young boy died in my hometown 16 years ago. No one ever knew why. He was found lying face-down in the lake. Dead as a doornail, my mother would say. He was found by a few boys at my school who were playing down by the water. They saw his shoe first. Then a finger. Then him. Police swarmed the lake for days, trying to find what could have killed him. What could have taken a finger. After about a week, they left, saying he drowned. A funeral was held. Open casket. That was the last time anyone ever saw him. *** “Anya Yurislava?” I t...

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Like Dust; Part 1

Lucid C

He smelled like dust, but not the kind you find under a bed. The kind you smell in an antique shop. In a way, he was an antique shop. The gel in his hair smelled like the plastic my grandmother put over her furniture. The cologne on his handkerchief reminded me of my brother, who would douse himself anytime he had a “date.” His sweat even had a smell. Not a bad one, mind you, but a peculiar scent that made me want to cry and hug him. It brought me back to a time when things were simpler, but reminded me how awful things had become. I’d neve...

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To Be a Hero

Lucid C

This story is shorter than I wanted it to be, but I was swamped this week and didn’t end up finishing it, so it’s on a bit of a cliffhanger. Perhaps I’ll finish it in the future and edit the story later, I just needed to get the submission in before the contest ended. Pronunciation: Vrusite: VROO-cite Arithibra: are-i-THEE-bra Aoi: ay-OI Ere Yui e Ur: AIR YOO-eye ay ER I always knew it would happen, I just didn’t know what I’d do when it came. I wasn’t one for big adventures, not the way my brother was. Ariel Victoria, the eldest s...

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What's a Little Blood Between Friends?

Lucid C

TW: Death and really, really sad themes “It smells good in here.” “You say that every time,” the taller one spoke, resting her long slender arms on the table in front of her. “You ever gonna come up with something original?” The smaller one flushed with embarrassment. “Well- I-” She tripped over her words for several long seconds before going silent for a moment. “It does smell good in here…” The other laughed, smile lines carefully framing her face. “You’re right. It does smell good. Now,” she cracked her neck out of habit and looked ...

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I Saw the Devil in My Mirror

Lucid C

TW: Murder, micro aggressions, racism, transphobia, languageThere are men much braver than I.There are children braver than I.But none so brave as the one that sat across from me, glaring a burning red hole into my forehead. The energy in the room would make anyone squirm uncomfortably, as did I. “Kennedy.”I jumped. I wasn’t expecting him to speak. What was normally a deep, sultry tone was replaced with a raspy and broken voice. Just listening to him say my name made me want to cough. Reluctant, I met his gaze. My throat suddenly felt dry. T...

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Growing Up In Summer - A Memoir of Bo Sanders

Lucid C

Summers were boring for me growing up. My siblings and I, Cynthia and Jonathan, had the privilege of being born into a family with lots of money. Therefore, we had a big house. A big backyard. Plenty of things to do. But we could never do the things we wanted to do. Our parents wanted us to follow in their footsteps. As disgustingly cliche as that is. I was a rebellious child, so I got in an awful lot of trouble. My teachers always told my parents that I was an angel, a great kid in class. That’s because I was. I was perfect in front of my t...

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