M L

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Of Locked Doors and Twisted Paperclips” by M L

Submitted to Contest #96

The room is mostly empty. There’s a few cardboard boxes laying discarded in the corner. Trinkets spill out from the ragged openings - frayed charms made of thread, pens that lost their ink years before, and an assortment of paperclips coated in a thin layer of dust. The paperclips are scattered, now, with a boy sitting in the midst of the mess. He’s got his head down, brow furrowed, nimble hands twisting at the stiff end of a dark blue paperclip. Despite his efforts, the paperclip remains unyielding, stubborn to the pressure placed upon ...

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“Raspberry Chocolates and Cheesy Cards” by M L

Submitted to Contest #81

It’s a chilly evening; cold to the point I can see my own breath rising in the dim light of the street lights. The wind nips at the unprotected skin on the nape of my neck, prompting me to shift uncomfortably to try and conserve some warmth. There’s ice spread thinly on the sidewalk and I’m walking carefully, making sure not to slip and risk having to go to the hospital. My steps falter for a moment before I shake my head and huff a bit, a small smile on my face. I really am more cautious now, huh? I pull my jacket a little tighter around ...

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“A Lapel Pin” by M L

Submitted to Contest #79

2957… 2958… 2959… “And have you spoken to anyone about your experiences?” “I guess.” 2966… 2967… 2968… “What did they say?” “Nothing much.” 2973… 2974… 2975… “Why is that?” I shrug. “Well, they were with me when it happened so there’s not much to say.” 2981… 2982… 2983… “Really? Why didn’t you mention this earlier in our sessions?” “Didn’t seem worth mentioning.” 2989… 2990… 2991… “Well, what if they’re… you know.” I look at her, waiting for her to finish. “A bad influence on your path to recovery?” I ...

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“A Special Moment In Time” by M L

Submitted to Contest #78

"Do you want to try knitting with me?" I was slouched low in my chair, shoulders hunched and head lowered as you walked in; trying to make myself seem as small as possible. It didn't work, seeing as how you immediately spotted me, calling out my name brightly and walking over with a little too much pep in your step for such a dreary morning. You smack your hand on my desk, snapping me back to the present. “Lisa!” You’ve shortened my name again, despite my constant reminders to call me by my full name. I lift my head up and muster up al...

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just here to try and get better at writing