Margo Harris

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (15)

15 Stories

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“The End is the Beginning” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #260

“Seconds after my life ended, my life began. Suddenly, I could do anything and everything I never got the chance to do before. There was no need to consider risk prevention when there were no risks to be taken. It’s as if I was living in the same world as I had been but without any consequences for my actions.” “Could you explain that further, please?” “I just woke up one day, but I didn’t really. You see, this isn’t real. You are just a figment of my imagination. Nothing I do matters because I didn’t actually do it.” “What makes you say tha...

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“I Dreamed” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #160

Most people think the sound of a whistling kettle is annoying, but to me it sounds like peace. A cup of tea in the morning while I watch the movement of the forest around me is the perfect way to start my day. I walk over to my stove and turn off the burner, removing the kettle and pouring the hot water into a mug. The steam fogs up my glasses, so I remove them and the world instantly becomes blurry. It amazes me how someone’s perspective can change due to something so simple. I put my glasses back on and the world changes again.  I u...

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“I'm Buying” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #159

CHECKING ACCOUNT BALANCE: $2.78 “Seriously?” I ask the ATM. “How can I only have two dollars and seventy eight cents?”  I go over the last week in my head starting on Friday. Cameron threw a massive party that night. It was BYOB, so I did. I may have spent $50 on alcohol alone. It was gone in twenty minutes flat. It was a great party though. “Yo, Asher! Thanks for bringing beer buddy. Come give me a hug.” Cameron was already drunk and pulling me in for a tight squeeze. “No problem, Cam. I figured today is payday, so I was able ...

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“Losing Color” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #158

“It’s not fair,” he wails. “Life isn’t fair, Lucas,” I tell him, irritated by the echoing cries bouncing off of my classroom walls.  “I want to color too!” The sobs continue. “Lucas, look at me.” He stops staring at the floor and does as he’s told. “Crying is not going to solve this. I want you to try to compose yourself. Do you know what that means?” He shakes his head, no. “To compose yourself means to calm down and stop crying after being upset about something. Do you think you can do that for me?” He sucks in a big breath and ...

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“Green Eyes” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #157

Most of my friends are guys. Alex and I have known each other practically since birth. Sam and I met in the third grade. Cory and I became friends in middle school. I met West just this year. When West showed up in my history class at 8:05am on Tuesday, March 23rd at Adams High School, I didn’t notice. I didn’t notice the Beach Boys t-shirt he was wearing, or the cuffed blue jeans, or his bright green eyes, or the girl on his arm. Addison Dargen, the coolest girl in school, and not in the cheerleader/class president kind of way. She not on...

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“Obsessive” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #149

“God, I hate that flickering light.” “So, why don’t you just call the landlord about the wiring issue, Bessie?” “Come on, Cooke. Doesn’t he freak you out? He definitely freaks me out.” When I showed up to tour the apartment building I am now living in, I waited in my car until the landlord arrived. I must have been wearing my impatient face because next thing I knew, a guy appeared right in my window, staring into my soul. I took a chance and opened it, rolling it down only a bit. “Are you Betsy?” He asked me. “Bessie, actually.” I repl...

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“Everybody Wants to Hear the News” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #146

Trigger Warning: themes of substance abuse and violence As I stood there watching this team building exercise, I thought of my own team and how it had dissolved not too long ago. See, the group I had wasn’t a bunch of coworkers needing a bonding experience, mine was a group of friends. We used to go out drinking on Wednesdays, because everything was half off. Then, we would do something fun like go bowling or to watch a movie. Differing opinions sometimes are just too much when it comes to relationships of any kind.  “Great work ev...

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“I Was Gone” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #98

As I watch the scene unfold around me, my melancholy is felt throughout my body… or what’s left of it. I am cold, shaking in the breeze of the dancers’ movements. Pushed further and further to the side of the room as each new attendee enters. No one can see me, but I see everyone.  Shoes stick to the floor as spilled beer is danced upon. Techno music booms through the brand new stereo system. Chatter and laughter fill the air, creating an unpleasant constant battle to be heard over the music. A mix of sweat and alcohol can be smelled...

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“Resolutions” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #42

Staring down at the pond, I watched my reflection distort as the creatures living inside moved through the water. I stood there for a long time, enjoying the summer breeze blowing my hair back, carrying scents of flowers with it. I always came there when I needed to think.  I hadn’t been feeling much like myself lately. I always got lost when I fell into something too deeply. Usually after some time, I was able to find my way back, but this time seemed different. It’s like whatever I tried, I couldn’t go back to who I was before. This t...

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“Under the Stars” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #39

We laid on the grass staring up at the sky. We watched as the stars flickered way up above our small world. Just little specks of light glimmering in shades of white and silver, each acting as the center of their universe.  I looked over at him. His dark hair falling slightly in his eyes as he put his hands behind his head and smiled. His blue eyes sparkled under the moonlight and I watched as his chest moved up and down slowly as he breathed.  He’d been gone for quite some time, off at college far away. We were together in high sc...

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“The Crack” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #38

Being home alone is the worst, especially when you are stuck there for days on end not knowing when you will ever be let out again. At first it’s fun, getting to relax like that, but after a while you just want to get back to your old life. Being confined into the small space of your walls that just seem to close in on you a little more each day feels like a psychotic break just waiting to happen. One day those cracks in the walls and the creaking of the floors will become too big and you’ll just jump in, preparing to fall into whatever worl...

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“Forbidden” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #28

How do I even begin to tell someone that they mean everything to me, when to them I mean nothing at all? It’s the cruelest reality to live in and sadly, it’s mine. Since the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was everything that I needed to have in my life. I knew I was in love.  How crazy is it to know you’re in love when you’ve only known someone for a moment, but one that feels like an eternity? I’ve tried to tell him, I have, but I’m never able to get the right words out - strange for a writer, I know.  What he doesn’t know i...

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“Coffee Shop Meetings” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #18

As Danny stood in front of me, talking about who knows what, my heart raced. I ached for him to realize he loved me, pull me closer, and lay the most passionate kiss on my lips that anyone had ever experienced in their life. My hands were buried deep in my pockets, one clenching a note exposing everything that I was never able to tell him. God, how I wished I wasn’t so scared. We could’ve been together already, but every time I want to say something meaningful, nothing comes out of my mouth. “And that’s how we ended up meeting Paul McCart...

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“Just a Damsel in Distress” by Margo Harris

Submitted to Contest #16

You used to be my everything, though to you I was nothing at all. I was just another girl living in her own fantasy world. The world in which you were the king and I was the queen. Together we would have ruled our kingdom in the woods, away from it all. But it was just a dream that should be forgotten, yet it will forever be the scene keeping my imagination alive. You were the perfect guy. Everyone was in love with you, but no one loved you as much as me. I spent years of my life watching your every move, waiting for you to suddenly realiz...

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“Shattered Glass” by Margo Harris

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #2

She walked the Earth doing her best to avoid the broken glass beneath every footstep she took. The ghosts that followed her were inescapable. There were things that she could not begin to make up for in her life and the ghosts knew that. There was a man, a wonderful man who meant everything to her, but sometimes he just made her so crazy. She would do things she never thought she could, and she wouldn’t even remember them once they were done. She would hear stories of actions she had taken and could not believe they were true. The bruises ...

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Author bio

I am a young adult who is passionate about the arts. I believe that poetry is my forte, but I much enjoy dabbling in other forms of writing. My short stories are almost always romances because love is a beautiful thing. I hope you enjoy my pieces because I have poured my heart into them. Thanks for reading.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #2
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