Mara M

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“oranges” by Mara M

Submitted to Contest #277

september came without warning, really, and i had to do squats every evening of august to be able to stem the month to come. no one tells you it’s all in your head.i think it is saturday today. the dust always settles on saturdays as if allowing itself that one day of rest before swindling away again on monday. i think of the oranges lying in the carefully threaded basket on the kitchen counter. the door of my bedroom is closed and i know if i would just open the window then the curtains would start breathing again, gulping and collapsing li...

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“Mind The Gap” by Mara M

Submitted to Contest #260

The subway was delayed again. I hated waiting for it, not because my feet hurt or my jacket was too thin or the middle-aged man next to me reeked of piss and loneliness, but because I had to stand still. I pretended my feet to be glued to the asphalt beneath me and tried to drag my mind away from the fact that the subway was somewhere right now, with the privilege to move. It took that away from me and the world kept spinning but I was glued to the ground. I counted the seconds in my head, extra slowly, two, three, four, something I had lea...

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“Groceries” by Mara M

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #230

Black ink on yellowish paper, careless scribbles; my mother would have turned it around and decided it to be art, paper raw but somehow still too soft for my own hands, they had started growing thorns lately, even my neighbour’s cat was not willing for me to touch her anymore.FROZEN VEGETABLES. Christmas eve. I was eleven years old and she allowed me to help make dinner for the first time. Explosion of colours in the pit of my stomach, excitement only a child was able to feel, something that gotten lost somewhere between that first bad maths...

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“chase after belief” by Mara M

Submitted to Contest #207

 To whoever believes love to be foolish. I believed in many things. My friends as much as my family said that it was my best trait, that that is what one would call an optimist. I did not think I was. I did not believe in God, though I thought I would have actually been able to call myself an optimist if I had. I believed people could change and I believed I could not. The only thing changing was that rotten shell I was living in, the thing that peeled and twisted depending on which person I was with. I did not believe in God and ...

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i like to write :) poetry on tiktok @marawrts

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #230
Groceries – read story