M. M.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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“Game Changer ” by M. M.

Snow began to descent through a darkening sky. MacKenzie opened her fridge door checking to see what she could eat, not too much. Leftover frozen pizza, a half bottle of Coke Zero and that was all. 'Better get to the bank machine soon before that storm kicks in', she thought grumpily. She would be lucky if she had even enough to go to the store for food. Her studio apartment was a shamble's, a pile of dirty laundry rested at the foot of her sofa bed. Her next pay check wasn't until mid-week. MacKenzie was used to living like this for awhi...

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“Stranger At The Playground” by M. M.

I dont remember exactly how old I was at that time, five, maybe six with not a care in the world during the summer of '62 when life was supposed to be simple compared to these days. Post-war times, mom's stayed at home raising their kids while the dad's went off to work diligently expecting supper on the table every night at six sharp. Growing up in the small town of Morris, Minnesota everyone knew everybody that was inevitable. Of course we lived right across from the school's playground where swings sat waiting for children to come. Sch...

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“Dark Faces ” by M. M.

A strong wind picked up wildly, blowing soft snowflakes in Horace's face as he walked home hurriedly from his errands. He had to get some food, and this storm wasn't about to let up for awhile so he figured on holing up in his basement studio apartment working. His lightly gloved hands hung onto the two bags while fumbling for keys through the dark stairway. His glasses fogged making it more difficult to see. Finally, he got inside, flicked on the light, put his groceries away. He quickly made hot tea so he could warm up first. His work s...

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“Before My Eyes ” by M. M.

I shouldn't have been shocked when I saw it, those words, the photo's; I mean, it wasn't as if I knew what was going down. Those few words stung regardless, the pics facing me like a bad dream when you wake up in the darkness. Yet, here I was cringing like a child that has done something bad and got caught."WE DID IT; MARRIED IN VERADARO - HAVING AFANTASTIC HONEYMOON TOGETHER GOING -EVERYONE FOR THE WELL WISHES AND GIFTS"The caption was there in all its glory, with the two of them hanging ...

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“Childhood Memories - my double life ” by M. M.

Growing up in the 60s living in the mid-west, my family and I would spend our summer's at a log cabin my late father had built on a lakefront property in Quebec, Canada. Now, this was interesting as I grew up both American/Canadian, born and raised in both countries, my mother being French speaking from Quebec. That said, let's talk about how we spent our summer's driving to Lac du Pimichaugan. Five kids, two cats and our dog Biff, a big yellow mix that really became distraught having been cooped up in a hot non-air conditioned car for ho...

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“Mountain Terror ” by M. M.

Somewhere in a peaceful mountain near Denver, Colorado ........Wilbur finished his accounting for the night, the Inn was quiet this time of the year as the guests normally didn't show due to bad weather. He had marked down in red the things that needed immediate attention, such as the repairs on the roof, depilating pipes, as well as other items that needed tending to but not as urgent as the roof and pipes were. He sighed, pondered heavily on the fact that money was tight these days...

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“The writer - an insight ” by M. M.

Dear Readers:Diary of a wanna-be: January, somewhere in Canada Every day I get up and put the coffee on, it's snowing hard outside. It's January, cold and foreboding yet every day I crack open my laptop to write. When I was growing up my intuitions were always bang on the button. Once at the lake a little girl was about to fall off the dock into the murky water below. I had a strong feeling something was going to happen so I ran over and grab...

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“Hidden Secrets ” by M. M.

November 17, 2021Javier walked across his large yard as usual, taking his Australian shepherd Zooloo out for her morning run. It was still early, the sun was just beginning to rise through soft hazy shades of pinks in the sky, frosted puffs of cotton breath in the air, promising a crisp day ahead. Zooloo ran ahead of him, through the piles of leaves on the far side, near the maple and apple tree's, now darkened with the onset of winter; leaves fallen to the ground, branches bare and cold. Except for the...

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“Fully Deceited ” by M. M.

His cell phone buzzed incistently, like a hive of bees high up in a tree on a hot still day, I stared at it, my curiosity getting the better of me. Jared wanted a shower, soon the humming of the water and steam was distant in my head, while I gazed at the "red" message alert button on his phone. Things had quieted down recently, for him and myself, after the case closed, mission completed. We both settled into a nice routine, he did local gigs in town, while I took on some other easier cases, like husband cheating on a wife, a teen age ru...

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“Preserverence of my soul ” by M. M.

My shift is almost over, as I pack away the leftover shoes into their boxes, after customer's try them on, wanting another pair. This one is too tight, no, I don't like the color. I prefer less of a heel... but I love the style,..so on and so on. Often at the end of a day, I feel exhausted, drained, like people suck the life out of me literally. Other days....I just want to be home, alone. Feeling the utter quietness of my apartment as I close the door behind me gives me the sense of security, but on the exterior my persona, well, everyo...

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“A Corner Counted ” by M. M.

Leona Baxter scrunched herself into the corner of her cot, leaning into the cement wall, she scratched a tiny mark into the dirty prison cell surrounding her. Three months, two days and six hours, she got it to that far anyway - she lay back. Juve Hall was a prison for underage girls, but it was prison. Leona had pleaded guilty, pressured by her shitty lawyer Rob Parker, just graduated from law school and wanting brow...

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“Christmas Cheers ” by M. M.

Johnny opened the door of his shabby house - shivering from the steady snow that was making him feel as dark as the night, his Ford pick-up parked out front, the lights still on so he could bring his equipment into the garage until the next gig. The school auditorium was packed that afternoon, as his band played song after song, dancing on the gym floor, the room decorated with the usual tacky high school tinsel. The lar...

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“The White Bird ” by M. M.

Shannon went up to open the door of her house, a quaint country home in the village where she lived, She worked at the retirement home all day, and wanted nothing more than to put her feet up, have supper, and go to bed, doing three long shifts in a row, the patients antsy and difficult, especially now the holidays were here. The entire village was ready, the trees decorated, the shops lit up with pretty lights in th...

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“Casa Masa - a dancer's tale ” by M. M.

The curtain went down after the final act of the night, Jessica sat down wearily, took off her dance shoes and rubbed her aching feet, her hair tied up tightly sweat soaking the bandana she wore as part of her costume. It had been four months now, the tour was going well, city to city as the troupe danced and performed in the musical "Gypsy", which had become an overnight success after its first opening. "We l...

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“The Company ” by M. M.

It was ten days before Christmas, the temps dropped and the sky was dark and uninviting as Kelly rushed out the door to go to work, her coffee canister in hand. She got into her car, an old Chevy that needed tons of work but she just couldnt afford it right now, her cashier job at Walmart didnt give her enough pay, she barely made ends meet. Her trailer also needed work, but sigh, that took some extra money too. "...

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Author bio

Hi, i am a hobby writer, studying creative writing at the post secondary level. Writing has always been my favorite past time, and i love to create ideas, characters, and make them come alive - i hope you enjoy my story as much as i enjoy writing them.