Macy Farmer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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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 h...

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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...

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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...

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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.

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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 ...

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Author bio

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