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Mackenzie Morris

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

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This Christmas

Mackenzie Morris

The top of the hydrangeas bobbed gently on their thin branches. The heavy clouds that presently filled the sky were departing stealthily and silently as if not to be caught. Such subtlety was in vain, however. The snow that descended from them nestled into every nook and burrowed into every cranny. Proof of their presence was evident even to the groundhog resting several feet underground. The whole world, as much as I could see from my bedroom window, felt like it was shifting and changing at every moment but at the same time everything was ...

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Nathan's Birthday Bash

Mackenzie Morris

Submitted to Contest #207

Not the best day for a birthday party. It was cloudy, mostly, and humid. There had been on and off showers throughout the morning but it was dry then. Well, mostly dry. A blond haired woman stood at the refreshment table wiping up a juice spill. “Here, let me help you with that,” a dark haired woman came over and said. She grabbed a trash can and brought it over. “Are the kids all settled down now?” she asked. They both looked over to the children sitting in a circle. “Yeah, you could say that. If they got off their phones for a second...

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Where I'm From

Mackenzie Morris

“Where I come from we had things called trees. They were tall like the outposts on the perimeter but they were made of wood instead of metal. Take, for example, this desk,” she said knocking on the sturdy oak, “ this desk came from a tree. Isn’t that fascinating? And the trees had things called leaves. They stuck out from the tree branches.” She spread her fingers and stuck her hands on top of her head. “These little pieces that stuck out of the branches of the tree were the most beautiful shade of green,” she said, one shaky hand holding up...

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The Widow

Mackenzie Morris

Submitted to Contest #7

Set at a whopping 375 degrees, the old oven struggled to get up to temperature. I kicked the hissing box of scrap metal causing the partially hinged door to fall open. “Shit.” I muttered. I slammed the door shut and set down the overloaded paper bags. My shoulder throbbed wearisomely, and the oven, unbothered, continued to whistle and wheeze behind me. I unpacked the groceries arranging them into an orderly pile and assessed my damage. There were some eggs, a bag of potatoes, and a small slab of red meat but the rest of the items were for my...

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