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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021
Submitted to Contest #119
Ga Gong. . . Ga Gong. . . Ga Gong.My eyes flutter open at the sound. The gong only sounds one day a year and before it’s never really mattered to me. But today I shutter at the sound.Ga Gong. . . Ga Gong. . . Ga Gong.Todays the day I’ve been awaiting and dreading my whole life. My graduation.I stare blankly at the ceiling and recall learning about graduations on Earth. Kids walked across a stage wearing large robes, shaking hands, giving speeches, and getting diplomas.This graduation won’t be anything like that.My name is Tyler Scholes and t...
Submitted to Contest #116
CW: Death, car accident Her eyes are what I noticed first. One eye a brilliant blue and the other an emerald green. Her eyes seemed to hold a secret, twinkling as if they knew something I didn’t, waiting for me figure it out. Her smile was the same, teasing me and beckoning me to approach her. I’d never seen a woman as beautiful as her. It was love at first sight and after three years of marriage, she still looked at me with the same expression. Each morning I would turn over and get lost in those eyes, still trying to learn their great s...
Submitted to Contest #113
I don’t recognize this place. It’s a park, I can tell that. I see swings gently blowing in the wind and a tall metal slide. But no children. Directly in front of me lies a bench. A woman with short blonde hair sits on the bench. I can’t see her face. I slowly walk towards her and place my hand on her shoulder. She turns her head, and I can almost see her face. I wake with a start. What a strange dream. I feel as if I’ve been to that place before. And the woman… the woman felt curiously familiar to me. I get out of bed and shake off those...
Submitted to Contest #112
The day I met your father was cold and dark. You see, it was the first rain of the season, and I hadn’t made it to the nest in time. I was still a mile away from home when the rain began to pour. I’d never seen rain before, but I’d been told of its frightening power. It falls around you like bullets, they said. And once your wings get wet, you won’t be able to fly. A pretty little bird like you wouldn’t make it in a rainstorm, they said. When I saw the first drop of rain, I was terrified. My heart screamed at me to fly. But I still had a ...
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