Magnet Marsdaughter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (19)

19 Stories

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“This Castle” by Magnet Marsdaughter

Submitted to Contest #36

March 1446My tutor says I must write of my life every month for a year, and then reflect upon it. Probably to make me ashamed of my inability to learn what he teaches.I did not tell him that in a year he will probably not be my tutor anymore. He is lucky to last a full month. Father and mother keep changing my tutors...

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“Litterbugs” by Magnet Marsdaughter

Submitted to Contest #35

Kara was taking a walk, because it was spring. Her mother had always made them take a walk on the first day of spring. She said the person who walked on the first day had a chance at catching the spring magic. They had always groaned and protested when it came time for a spring walk. It was chilly in the mornings and they wanted to play inside. It was spring break, too. Kylie, the toddler, was painting a watercolor picture, Logan and Ryley wanted to build their Legos, Emma ...

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“Actually Having Fun” by Magnet Marsdaughter

Submitted to Contest #34

The Martens were not a family who played games. A few years ago, in a moment of inspiration, Daddy had decided that they would institute a family game night every week and had spontaneously gone out and bought up the clearance section at Gnome Games. They had played each game for five minutes before moving on to the next one, and by the fifth game the meeting had degenerated into chaos. The baby, Marguerite, was eating the cards, Bethie was using the Monopoly tokens as characters in her soap opera down by the f...

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“No Mirrors” by Magnet Marsdaughter

Submitted to Contest #33

Parker Avenue was quiet except for the steady patter of the rain outside, and the occasional distant rumble of thunder. It was a dark gray day and there was only one establishment still open on the street. The customers of the barber shop sat and read magazines and squirmed awkwardly in their uncomfortable plastic seats. No one removed his hat. No one made eye contact. And no one spoke. It was an unwritten law. There was always religious silence while Jack cut someone’s hai...

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Author bio

I am a human. Albeit a rather weird one. ;) I love reading, writing, and chocolate. A bribe - if you read my stories, I'll look you up when I'm rich and famous. ;)