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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020
Submitted to Contest #70
Empty rum bottles littered the sticky floor beside my feet. It was day sixteen of misery. Who knew how long before I’d call it quits? I hated drinking impulsively. I prized my sobriety after being neglected by a drunkard father but I wanted to figure what drives a person to do something they detested. My wife had loved life.
Submitted to Contest #61
10:35 a.m. She was already five minutes late. I reclined into the plastic blue chair outside her office and raised my eyebrows at the receptionist. “Just a five minutes more,” she mouthed slowly. She displayed a wide toothy grin as I nodded comprehension. I let out an exasperated sigh. I wish the firm would let me do more than just manage business proposals to other small groups. Exactly twelve minutes later, th...
Submitted to Contest #60
“Madeline.” The voice rang fresh in my ears. I shivered as I felt a tug on my elbow. Fingers. How could I feel them? I should have been dead by now. “Are you sure she’s alive?” Another voice, deeper than the first. This one, male. “Mm-hmm. She’s got a pulse…but she’s bleeding really badly.” I willed my eyes to open. The silhouettes of a red-haired ...
Submitted to Contest #58
“Nia, they’re here!” my mom yelled. I stumbled out of the makeshift tent, hurriedly smoothening my hair as much as possible, and fumbled in the dark on the way back to our backyard porch. They can’t see me anyway. I forgot the flashlight in the tent but I followed the voices to the front door. I could somewhat make out their faces under the glow of the nearby streetlight. “Hello Nia,” Mr. Sanders...
Submitted to Contest #57
“Your tea, Mr. Fletcher.” I gazed up from the blurry pieces of paper on which I began to pen down my will. “Thank you Jenna.” I beamed at her round glassy-eyed face. “And your glasses.” She gingerly set them down beside the tray of morning milk biscuits. “Ah yes…I knew I was missing something.” Despite being hired just as a part-time house help over the years, Jenna had be...
Submitted to Contest #55
Winters in Brecheston were quite harsh. Despite the sheets of golden snow blanketing the village, I was still able to pick out the places I knew and loved most. Not much had changed at all. I paused to take it all in. The perfect backdrop for a painting. I recalled countless days under the thatched firewood shed trying to rea...
brave the waters
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