Marie May

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“You're dead, not lazy” by Marie May

Submitted to Contest #272

“Hi, I am Virginia McWowski. That’s M-c-Wow-s-k-i, and my ghostly self will be your workout instructor for the afterlife. Because, having a good figure never dies. Follow me as I show you our amazing facilities. As you have already noticed while walking in our aged car park, it contains just enough chasms and potholes to send any living person into a lifelong coma. Keeping our gym for the dead is very important to us. Our state-of-the-art broken glass entrance is covered in 5-star moss and vines. Keeping the seasons inside year-round. Yes, ...

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“Yacob” by Marie May

Submitted to Contest #70

The normal clink of the iron bars closing behind Yacob was the final sound heard by his ears for a while. Everything else blurred into a distinct humming, a humming people hear right before they go off to the location they wish never to meet again. Yacob had that humming, that gut feeling, that zoned out mind numbing feeling. No one came to pick Yacob up, the heavens were opening, thus family and friends used the slickened old Crossroad as an excuse for Yacob to return home alone after three years. But Yacob didn’t need anyone there, becaus...

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“Pollution” by Marie May

Submitted to Contest #58

Michael never felt freer than when the oval sun dipped below the cold earth. Sprinkling the sky with an ombre of oranges and pinks, to settle in an ink-black with white freckles. Faint warm glows growing from simple homes melted into the sky like blended watercolours. Michael breathed deeply into the new air, the static and wild air. His feet grounded like roots into the earth and the wild air swirled into his lungs. His eyes remained delicately closed, on the brink of opening; just barely closed. A butterfly kiss of closure. Michael found ...

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“Break it” by Marie May

Submitted to Contest #55

Everyone was enjoying the humid filled room that protected them from the pelting rain during the Winter School day. The fluffy warmth complemented the heartfelt feelings that everyone felt amongst their own personal friend groups. Each cluster within the four corners, spreading around their own giggles, food aromas, and signature phrases. One group, the one closest to the heaters, the one created by the elders of the school. The graduates. One group was louder than the others, having more fun than the others, and enjoyed the fluffy warmth...

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“Elizabeth's Death” by Marie May

Submitted to Contest #54

While hovering behind her with its long stick arms resting with supreme annoyance on the back of her antique chair, Death felt, in a way Death hadn’t felt before; the drowning feeling of grief and pain. Death shouldn’t be feeling the thick and slick feeling that drowning in grief and pain brought, but Death was. But the ghost-like figure still clinging to the realm Death never knew was sitting in her antique chair, blankly starring at a photo of a perfect child.A perfect child, long since gone from the memory of the old lady, the hand of age...

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“Tropical Popsicle's ” by Marie May

Submitted to Contest #53

For a country that never really had summers, today produce a blister-inducing heat. Luckily it was Card day. Eager kids with parental money swarmed to the office in the early blistering hours to exchange money for food coupons. Only to even more eagerly swarm to the bench of food at lunchtime to pick the best of the popsicle flavours. I probably should have chosen a soda; because the popsicle was already half melted and neither I nor my friends had yet to sit down at our cold spot under the evergreen. At the moment I collapsed in our cold ...

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