Mack Crotwell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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4 Stories

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“Two Minutes To Go” by Mack Crotwell

Submitted to Contest #253

I’m going to pass out. I’m going to pass out and hit my head on this disgusting, stained tile and catch a deadly infection and die. If I weren’t freaking out when I flew through the bathroom door, I would’ve taken my time to look around before squatting over the dirty, cracked toilet and struggling to balance against the stall while holding the test between my legs. It was clear this bathroom needed some TLC and I was not about to be the one to be wheeled out of it on a gurney. I rested my forehead against my palms and tried to take a deep b...

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“Salt in the Wind” by Mack Crotwell

Submitted to Contest #240

The wind caressed my cheek, ebbing and flowing like a thief in the night. Sending the tips of my hair flitting about like dust in the wind. Stealing away the last bit of warmth that I’d been clinging to. The sun set an hour ago, but I still stood on the porch staring at where it once blazed a deep orange. My friend’s waited for me inside. My family waited for me. But still, I stood here.  The wooden handrail was rough against my skin. The cabin we’d picked was advertised as “rustic.”  Which really meant it was old. The glass door t...

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“Not a Good Sign” by Mack Crotwell

Submitted to Contest #238

Annabelle: The lights were almost blinding. I watched in silence as they each passed overhead, one after another. The round balls of light were the least of my concern. Twenty-four hours ago I was laughing. I was joking with my best friend that one day she would have to live without me, I didn’t think that day would come so fast.  “You are going to be fine, Anna!” She called behind me, trying her best to keep up with the hospital gurney as the doctors raced me into the treatment room. I glanced over to the older female doctor’s name tag...

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“Season of The Ring” by Mack Crotwell

Submitted to Contest #237

I sat idly as Iritha, our handmaiden, braided my hair back. I’d become fairly excellent at twiddling my thumbs and looking as though not a single thought pierced my brain. It is what is expected of me, of course. I am the eldest of my sisters, merely eighteen and unwed. What an unglamorous picture to be seen. I cannot and will not listen to my sister's chatter in my ear for a second more about the list of unsus...

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Author bio

Just a mama who loves to write. Please feel free to comment and let me know what you think! If I seem to have abandoned short stories, it's because I'm working on my novel. <3