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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025
“Ow, what is this?!” Hania exclaimed. “Oh my God, my pencil is broken. Why are there chew marks on it?” She turned to Sara. “Sara, I gave you my pencil. Did you try eating it? Aww, did you not eat today?” Sara, a nerd by all definitions, was an introvert who always studied, wore glasses, hated technology, and constantly sought the "why" behind everything. Once, she had asked, “Who ate the Apple logo? Why isn’t it a full apple?” “Why... Why would I eat your pencil?” Sara asked, bewildered. “Because I know you have an obsession with wooden pe...
Submitted to Contest #286
The restaurant would usually be deserted by 11 pm but Sam sat there, in the deafening silence with his second cup of coffee. He held the warm cup of coffee between his cold fingers and had been aimlessly stirring it with a spoon for a few minutes. Typically, he would stare at the white froth and would lose himself in contemplation about his own life. But today, fear prevented him from doing so. There was one thing that Sam feared profoundly and that was oblivion. Not the oblivion of death itself, but of being erased, of fading into the white...
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