Madeline Honig

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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“The Safety of Mabel” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #183

Trigger Warning: Contains sensitive content related to abuse and rape. Today “Dennis, can you please pass the salt?”  Sarah asked.  Sarah’s hair was tied up in a knot on top of her head and she wore the blue dress with tiny flowers Dennis bought her.  She always wore the blue dress with tiny flowers.  She curled a foot under herself as she touched the other one lightly with her toe. “Here you go, baby.” Dennis passed the glass shaker.  “How is the chicken?  Is it cooked all the way through?  I was ner...

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“The Watcher on Cedarwood Road” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #182

Jamie was ready to restart her life.  She needed a change of scenery.  She needed something to keep her mind busy.  She had just broken up with her jealous boyfriend, Jed.  In an effort of making this new start, she found an old farmhouse on Cedarwood road on the outskirts of town for sale for a nominal price.  Jed had accused her of cheating on him after she came home late from work one day.  He did not understand that lawyers sometimes need to work outside of normal business hours.  He was a third-grade...

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“Decisions and Consequences” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #180

“Heads I tell her.  Tails I don’t.  It’s as simple as that,” Michelle holds up a quarter with a grin on her face. “This is someone’s life.  You can’t just determine that you are going to tell her based on a coin flip.  I didn’t tell you that secret so that you can wreck someone’s life.” Lila pleaded. “Sure I can.  If you can do something so reckless, then so can I.  Ready?”  At that Michelle throws the quarter in the air and it lands on the wooden bar top. “Heads it is.” Michelle pushes away from the ba...

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“The Price of Beauty” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #180

Jenny fidgeted with the weights on the scale in front of her and audibly blew a breath out.  One hundred and twenty two pounds.  Up a pound from last time she weighed herself, the day before.  And two pounds up from last month.  What was happening to her? She stepped off the scale and looked into the mirror.  She put both manicured hands on either side of her face and pulled the skin taut up a bit.  Much better.  Then released her hands resulting in a frown.  She took a step back and turned sideways ...

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“The Yellow Legal Pad New Years Resolutions” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #179

Warning: Mention of Self Loathing “This year will be different,” Jessica said to herself.  She sat on a stool at the kitchen island.  She twirled a lock of her blond hair with her right hand and a blue ballpoint pen in her left hand.  A yellow legal pad sat before her..  She was a lefty which meant avoiding spiral bound notebooks at all costs.   She tapped the pen on the pad a few times before writing at the top of the page in capital letters: MY 2023 NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS 1. Go to the gym every morning...

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“The Pink Cupcake Dress” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #177

“This is not what I asked for,” Adrian looked at herself in the mirror.  A large lace bow stretched from shoulder to shoulder.  The bow held her cleavage but was barely wide enough to cover her nipples.  The tulle from the dress was hemmed right below her knees.  And the sleeves ran all the way to the tips of her fingers with a hole for her thumb. “I look like a child cupcake,” she pouted.  The color was all wrong too.  It was pink!  Pink!  Not off white, like she requested.  It was salmon pink....

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“Getting A Propper Education” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #176

“We came to London so that Anna could get a proper education,” Martha looked down at her daughter with adoring eyes.  Anna’s brown curls had been pinned to the crown of her head and hung down her back.  A feathered hat was pinned on her head along with a jeweled hairpin. Her emerald silk dress sucked in her stomach and flowed down to her ankles.  Her small breasts were adorned with lace and beads.   Martha made sure Anna was dressed in the best American fashions that money could buy with the railroad fortune Martha...

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“I Think Mom Took It With Her” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #175

Ceiclia tapped the toe of her crossed leg against the leg of the wooden table.  She stopped tapping long enough to take a sip of tea with both hands, and then continued to tap.  The table had been in the family for longer than Ceiclia had been alive.  For longer than Margot, her older sister, had been alive. When they were growing up, this is the table they had breakfast at every morning.  This is the table they made cookies during the holiday season.  This is the table the sisters built forts under.  This is ...

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“The Things You Pass To Your Children” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #174

Trigger warning: Mental Health and Eating Disorders “One and two and three and four.  One and two and three and four.” Cheryl shouts and squats along with the blond women on the television.  She had subscribed to Samantha’s Twenty Minute Booty Blast for the past few months.  She took before pictures of herself and has been taking progress pictures.  These pictures were by the insistence on the Booty Blast method “in order to stay motivated”.  Cheryl claims the difference is huge.  Her husband, Mark, claims to ...

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“Would you like some champagne and caviar?” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #173

Animals fill the room, eyes of glass and lack of bodies beyond the fur, otherwise, the four men in their short leather chairs would not be able to sit so calmly without their rifles.  The smell of smoke filled the room.  Half from the cigars.  Half from the fire burning in the grand fireplace, the only light source in the dim room.  The room is small but the decor is rich with dark green wall paper and dark wood paneling.   “More Scotch?” The man with the grizzly bear behind him asks. “I mustn't, the misses ...

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“The Best of Both Worlds” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #172

Leo could nearly feel the heat of Charlotte's bulging brown eyes burning holes into the side of his face. She leaned forward ready to attack like a lion to its prey.  He was not going to give her the satisfaction of him looking back at her. “I don’t understand what the issue is,” Leo picked up the remote and slouched down on the couch.  “You don’t get what the issue is?” Charlotte’s eyes got bigger.  “You don’t get what the issue is?  I’ll tell you what this issue is.  You have a text on your phone about how grea...

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“Sarah's Solo Sightseeing” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #171

The hot sun felt nice on the back of Sarah’s legs. It felt a bit hotter here than back home.  Harsher.  Almost like a punishment that felt good.  She had rubbed sunscreen on her legs earlier that day and wondered if it was time to reapply.  The rest of her body was protected by the white and blue striped umbrella that was put out and opened before she ever arrived.  It was never intended specifically for her, but for whoever was willing to pay the extra ten Euros to sit in the front row.  If she was a responsi...

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“Vegas It Is” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #166

The white van goes barging down the empty city street.  The sun shines off the metal walls on either side of the van.  Most of these warehouses have been abandoned for years which makes it the perfect place for this venture without the prying eyes of nosey neighbors.   The van hits a pothole but doesn’t slow down.  The van makes another turn.  And the three men sitting on the floor of the back of the van are tossed to the side, but their stern faces do not change.   Each one of them knows, the job ...

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“A Citizen of the World” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #164

I jump back as a motorbike speeds right in front of me. The man atop the bike has no regard to my presence. I walked out of my hotel and I am now standing in the street. But there is nowhere else to stand. There are no sidewalks.  I backed up into the walkway leading up to my hotel as another motorbike sped by me.  I needed to find another place to stand as I figured out what my next move was. I walk down the road and find a pedestrian only street and I thank the travel gods for watching out for me. As I walk, the pedestrian walk...

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“Going On A Treasure Hunt” by Madeline Honig

Submitted to Contest #161

Angela opens her eyes to bright light.  She looks over at the single bed next to her, Johnny and Pricilla, her young siblings, are nearly on top of one another, blanket up to their chins.  Angela breathes out and watches her breath turn to fog in front of her.  The fire must have gone out in the middle of the night.  Angela’s pink puffy coat, her only coat, lays across her as an extra layer while she sleeps and she puts it on, sits up, and stretches out her arms.  Her mother bought it for her two years ago, for her...

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Author bio

I work in the tech industry but looking to make a move into fiction writing. My blog: madfind.net My website: Madeline-Honig.com