Mae Stroshane

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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“Zulie Dragon and the Magic Cricket” by Mae Stroshane

(Friendship between two different species)This is the story of a dragon and a cricket. The dragon's name is Princess Zulie. Now Zulie is not your typical dragon. She doesn't breathe fire and she can't fly, because she doesn't have wings. She is really more of a large lizard (but don't tell her I said so.)Zulie is called a "bearded dragon." Yes, she really does have a beard! It looks like a collar around her neck. Whenever she feels frightened or angry, she puffs out her collar to make it look like a black bea...

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“Wishing on a Star” by Mae Stroshane

"Sammie, please grow up."You could wish upon a star but it would always stay fixed in the night sky, forever beyond reach. Jiminy Cricket was full of hot air.That was how Kira LeFleur felt whenever Sam, her six-year-old son, threw a screaming fit because she wouldn't buy him something like a Tootsie Roll. Weren't kids supposed to grow out of tantrums after the "terrible twos?"Sam had started out as a lively, happy baby. He kept her hopping but she didn't mind. Sa...

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“Pennyworth Cottage” by Mae Stroshane

Pennyworth Cottage was a dark place of mystery to the townspeople of Heaven's Door. Behind its lavish, carefully-tended gardens, an unseen phantom lurked. Late at night, passersby could see a flickering shadow in a single lighted window, but no one ever set foot outside or came to the village for a cheery 'hello' and coffee at the Lovin' Cup Cafe. In a town where everyone knew everyone else's secrets and scandals, they f...

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“Love at the Kreamy Kone” by Mae Stroshane

Vermont’s infamous black flies buzzed around Joseph Beck, and the July heat beat down on his thick black hair as he pushed the rusty lawn mower around the church. He felt like Sisyphus rolling the neverending boulder up the mountain. The dull blades barely touched the tall grass, so he had to put his whole back into it. He could have left it to grow taller, but he took pride in keeping the grounds neat. Sweat ran down his brow and he had to stop frequently to mop his face with one muscular forearm. His mouth tasted like dust, and he decid...

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“Some Angels are Boston-bound” by Mae Stroshane

After a long morning of panhandling on Main Street in the town of Cornwall, Massachusetts, I gave up. All I’d gotten was three dollars and a few pennies and even a condom packet that a couple of kids tossed in my cup, giggling like hyenas. When they left, I plucked it out and left it on a nearby bench. I wouldn’t be needing it anytime soon.It was time to give up my dreams of starting a new life in a new city with the love of my life. Wearily I went down downstairs to wait for the Boston train. A gray-haired man in a tatt...

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Author bio

Hong Kong-born adoptee and published writer. I draw my characters from a variety of ages, backgrounds, and eras.I look forward to reading your stories!