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Mandy Carp

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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The Nameless

Mandy Carp

Submitted to Contest #42

I was 26 when my feral mother gave birth to me in an alley. I hit the ground, bloodied and bruised, and scrambled away from her as fast as I could. Her putrid smell clung to my clothing, and one of her wiry gray hairs was in my mouth. I spat it out and inhaled deeply, ready to scream. She spun toward me and uttered words in a language I couldn’t understand while her clawed fingers traced symbols through the air, then turned palm up in my direction. I could neither move nor breathe. “Shhhhh. Hush, hush, sweet girl.” She leaned in an...

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Blippers

Mandy Carp

Submitted to Contest #39

It’s true. Sometimes we catch weird stuff on film. It’s bound to happen anytime anyone shoots a lot of footage. Light changes, insects fly through the frame, a stray finger dangles in front of the camera. We’ve all seen it. I remember when I was a kid, my grandma had a Polaroid camera—instant film. Remember those things? It was nearly unheard of at the time. Us grandkids thought it was like something out of a sci-fi movie. We were mesmerized waiting for the images to manifest on the black square, framed in a white border. So, anytime Grandma...

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The Hunter

Mandy Carp

Submitted to Contest #12

She liked the way his hands moved; smooth and powerful. The way the knife almost completely disappeared in them while he cut his steak. What else could those hands do? More paws than hands, really. Her stomach did a little dance as she clenched her teeth behind her lips to steady herself. To bring her wandering mind back around. Jesus. Am I saying the right things? “Mmm,” she nodded while she chewed. He was going on about his recent trip to a small village in Panama, and how he felt fortunate to have taken a little Spanish in ...

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