Mackenzie Littledale

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (11)

11 Stories

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“No Offense, But...” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #213

Sometimes the thing you choose as the clear winner turns into a steaming pile of shit. I used to tell everyone that artificial intelligence marked the start of a revolution guaranteed to improve the world. It would give people time to do what they love and create a new leisure class - with me in it of course. Ha. Nothing will revolutionize humanity like a dose of humiliation.

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“The Manicure” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #194

In honor of the memory of dearly departed friends from Twitter’s writing community, Dawn Hosmer, Laila Doncaster, and Scott Bebe. I unlocked the front door and burst into the living room. “Laila!” I called out, barely acknowledging the tempting food aromas coming from the kitchen. “You can’t believe how this jerk almost hit me on the highway. Like...

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“The Contest” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #174

CW: ableism, abuseThe Contest“What do you think the new director will do first?” Lisandra asked, as she stowed her purse in her locker in the spa’s breakroom.“As long as he doesn’t change the add-on menu, right?” Chevelle said, next to her.“He can’t touch it!”“You’re the add-on queen, girl.”Just as Lisandra flung her hair with pride at her earned title, a new voice began talking.“Everything is changing,” Mark announced as he ...

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“Alloy for Christmas” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #173

It was my first time in Shawn’s apartment since he’d moved, and since our hiatus. He frequently referred to himself as “just a street kid from Miami,” so I wasn’t expecting anything elaborate in this apartment. But once I stepped into the living room with sunlight pouring in through the sliding glass doors, felt dwarfed by his flat screen TV, giggled inwardly at the tangle and stacks of tech gadgets, and took in the spac...

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“Roll the Credits” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #147

Contains sexually explicit language I sat in the dark next to my best friend, Dylan, in our favorite seats just a few rows behind dead center of our small town’s sole movie theater. We’d just slurped the last of our Cokes and nearly finished the popcorn and Goobers when the movie ended abruptly without a satisfactory landing. I suspected the romantic angle wedged into the story line made Dylan want to puk...

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“The Promotion” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #109

The Promotion by Mackenzie Littledale I was an assassin, yet nothing and no one I’d ever faced shook me to my core like seeing my mom in this hospital bed. Her supine frame—twenty pounds lighter than just a week ago—made me feel powerless, not the invincible son she’d raised. A forked tube disappeared into her nostrils; her ...

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“Cielo Azul (Blue Sky)” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #102

Cielo Azul A short story by Mackenzie Littledale 7/15/2021 word count 1628 “What do you mean, the blue sky is an illusion?” my mother asked, shock writ large on her face, hand poised on the door handle of the passenger side of my car. Her sheer terror scared me for a second. I thought she might get out of my car, so I had to ameliorate the situation. I was happy to e...

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“Even a Blind Man Could See It” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #94

Even a Blind Man Could See It A Short Story by Mackenzie Littledale 05/20/2021 “So what did the doctor say, Mom?” I asked over the phone and plunked my purse down on the sofa. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day.” “You were? I was home. Must not have heard the phone.” Her nonchalance didn’t sit well with me. “What were the heart m...

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“Staring at the Inbox” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #66

Staring at the Inbox By Mackenzie Littledale November 3, 2020 Michelle sat staring at her inbox since 5:30 AM, nearly two hours. It wasn’t even a weekday, but her literary agent worked odd hours, so it could come at any time. It -- the announcement of whether or not the next publisher on the list was offering to buy her manuscript. Already, five publishers had been given the chance. Three de...

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“Bailing” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #54

Bailing A short accompaniment to This Darkness is Mine By Mackenzie Littledale 8/7/2020 Michelle downed the last of her Chianti and paced Joe’s living room. “It’s time for me to apologize to your friend and his wife,” she said, racked with guilt. Joe put down his highball of whiskey on the wood and glass coffee table. “I was wondering when you’d come around to that,” h...

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“Back to Dreams Aphotic” by Mackenzie Littledale

Submitted to Contest #42

A Short Story by Mackenzie LittledaleInspired by a poem by Shona MossNarcoticOrland let out a primal grunt as he climaxed. He collapsed and rolled onto his back beside the foreign woman, whose name escaped him. “You can go now,” he said, losing interest in her. Orland moved to sit at the edge of the bed with his back to her so he didn’t have to see her delicate porcelain features out of sorts. Sneering, he reached behind to push her clothes in her direction.She gasped, clutched her clothes...

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Author bio

Writer in paradise who enjoys coffee and Bacardi and Coke. I miss my cat (RIP) and have a weakness for the plasticity of the English language. Twitter: @mackenzielitt13 Facebook: @mackenzielittledalewriter Blog: https://www.mackenzielittledaleauthor.com/blog