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Mae A. Shaw

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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Complications of Love

Mae A. Shaw

“A letter for Miss Emmeline Berkeley addressed from Mr. Nathaniel Kensington.” Emmeline politely received the neatly waxed paper with an uneven hand and expressed her thanks before closing the door. Emmeline turned around just in time to see her older sister Jane, mouth open, “Mr. Kensington?” She smiled a knowing smile and raised an eyebrow. Emmeline just stood there holding the letter at arm’s length, looking at it as if it would burst into flame. “Well? Open the thing!” “Patience, my dear sister,” Emmeline tried to keep the smile off her ...

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No One Can Know

Mae A. Shaw

No one can know. Audrey sat gossiping at her lunch table, acting as if everything was as perfect and normal as ever. Acting. That was one of the only things she was good at. It was also one of the only things she had to be good at. To protect herself. And her secrets. She also enjoyed it. &...

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Fear

Mae A. Shaw

Dylan woke up with a start. It took her a few minutes to realize she was in the hospital. But she didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t function. Her whole body was trembling. Her head was throbbing. She was breathing hard. Her vision was blurry. She still couldn’t make herself care. There were buz...

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Dreaming of Angels

Mae A. Shaw

A full moon. A sprinkle of stars on a dark blanket of sky. I could only see it because of the clearing. The break in the tree’s canopy. I sat there helpless as always. Then the howling. It grew closer. And closer. And closer. Until it stopped. &...

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Haunted

Mae A. Shaw

It was mostly dark. Splinters of light seeped through the cracks. It also smelled like rotten potatoes. The crate she sat in was just large enough to hold herself and nothing else. It was hot and musty and extremely uncomfortable. Her neck was cramping and her temples were streaming with sweat. But it was nothing compared to the pain. The pain lingering just beyond her ...

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Blossoming Hope

Mae A. Shaw

At school she was the mystery girl. The Korean exchange student. The shy kid who never talked. The artist. The one with a paintbrush always stuck in her hair. The girl with the funny name. That was Min-Ji. She walked through the school halls to art class, hiding her face behind curtains of glossy black hair, half up with a paintbrush to keep...

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Hope Against Reality

Mae A. Shaw

Reese looked at the text she had just received on her phone. The message read; Meet at usual spot tomorrow early if u can. I got news. It was Shyan. Of course it was. Because, well, Shyan was the only contact she had on her phone other than her parents. Shyan didn’t usually text her, especially after dinner. That was mainly because Shyan and Reese were literally next-door neighbors. Her house was across the street from Reese’s. When they were younger and neither of them had a p...

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