Marie May

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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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 u...

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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 lun...

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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 create...

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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 ...

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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 ...

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