Macy Farmer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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7 Stories

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“Follow The Light” by Macy Farmer

Submitted to Contest #274

I still remember that dreaded night… that stuttering hum rumbling beneath my feet, the waves impossibly still as if the ocean herself were afraid to disturb that monstrosity. I remember the whisper of stars whose light paled in the face of a thousand glowing eyes, and the moon fleeing in fear of the small sun rising before me. Shrieking metal, engine groaning and wheezing its final breath of smoke, an ungodly howl chasing wind that stung as it whipped against my cheeks. The days that followed were a haze. I woke on the beach at the north sid...

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“When One Door Closes” by Macy Farmer

Submitted to Contest #272

In his dreams he was always running, running from unseen entities that nipped at his heels, or running towards a home he could never reach. Always exhausted, utterly drained, but unable to stop. His pounding feet were a constant soundtrack to his slumber. He could feel it thump in his skull as he slowly came to consciousness, heavy beats replaced by the rhythmic ka-clack of train tracks. It rattled his bones, and pulsed in time with a throbbing headache at his temples. As he stood on numb legs he found himself alone in a train car, poised at...

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“Goodbye, Saint Nick” by Macy Farmer

Submitted to Contest #161

She was starting to grow tired of the crunch of snow beneath her boots. An hour of following deer tracks produced nothing but a half-eaten corpse and a pair of lethargic Howlers that—thanks to their recent meal—barely put up a fight as they were dispatched.  Dara pulled her arrow from one’s temple groan. “Don’t suppose we can salvage anything from the doe, huh?” Knelt by the corpse, Kole hummed in thought as she looked over the damage. “I mean… they only got the butt end, maybe if we only cut from the ribcage up… no, wait, there’s a...

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“No One Mourns” by Macy Farmer

Submitted to Contest #150

No one mourns when a villain goes missing. The citizens celebrate months of peace, police relax knowing there’s one less calamity around the corner, politicians pat themselves on the back for a job they never did. The city breathes. Atlas, however, found no peace in the calm. He saw it not as the peace following a war, but as the calm before a storm. Something was coming, something big. There had to be. Your nemesis doesn’t go silent for months on end unless he’s plotting his next scheme. And if Atlas knew anything about Ricochet, it was t...

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“Somewhere New” by Macy Farmer

Submitted to Contest #38

Few things can wake me up before my alarm and not annoy me in the process. The family dog licking my hands, the old tabby kneading my chest begging for pets, even my little brother body slamming me awake when breakfast is ready. It’s an endearing waking experience, little things that remind me how much I’m loved.This is not any of those, but it’s no less comforting.At 5 a.m. on a Saturday morning I hear the ringtone, her song, all visceral guitar riffs and thrashing drums. My eyes snap open to a ceiling dimly lit by phone glow, and a smile t...

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“What You Do To Me” by Macy Farmer

Submitted to Contest #35

She stood by the buffet tables with a scowl, staring out over the town center where the Joltereans frolicked. Their team had arrived for a diplomatic mission in the midst of the New Leaf Festival, a celebration to kick off the arrival of spring. Part of this celebration was a dance.Kovya never danced.It was both a matter of principle and the simple fact that she never really learned how. All the worlds they’d visited, all the species and cultures they’d encountered, she never had to partake in an event this grandiose. She felt out of place a...

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“A Certain Magical Quality” by Macy Farmer

Submitted to Contest #32

Plastic bag handles pulled taut against my fingers as I lugged the grocery bags upstairs. My insistence on doing it all in one trip and carrying as many as I could on my own had gotten the best of me. My girlfriend, on the other hand, effortlessly levitated the other eight in the air around her as she trailed behind me, a smirk on her lips.“Sure you don’t want me to take those?” Faye asked. “Your fingers look like they’re gonna fall off, babe.”“Are you questioning my abilities?”“Nooo, not at all. I’m questioning the sturdiness of your hands....

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An artsy doofus who can't settle on one creative outlet