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Marie Mckenzie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

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Another Path

Submitted to Contest #311

I regret every decision that led to this moment. Every class, every caffeine-fueled cram session, every night I sobbed into my pillow, whispering, “It’ll be worth it.” Spoiler alert : it wasn’t. I mouth “Sorry” to the guy whose face is draining of color. Blood—hot, sticky, disgusting blood—spurts from his arm like a busted hydrant. I’m his nurse. Well, nurse-in-training. I try to look calm, like everything is well at hand, but inside I’m screaming. I slap down more gauze, sweat gluing my bangs to my forehead. I bite my lip hard enough to tas...

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Ghost Writer

Submitted to Contest #310

There’s a special kind of humiliation in clawing your way out of obscurity, only to slip and feel gravity drag you down again. Kat Green knew that shame better than most. Nobody cared if you fell from a skyscraper—nobody even bothered to look up. At sixteen, she’d written her first novel in a caffeine-fueled haze of naïve bravado, and it had detonated: over a million sold, a Goodreads Fantasy nominee, HarperCollins, a rabid swarm of teenage fans. She’d convinced herself it would always be that easy. Now, at twenty-one, she was chasing shadow...

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Good as Hell

Shortlisted for Contest #158 ⭐️

***Trigger warning: Contains demonic themes***Two cowering figures lie beneath Tom Wescott’s bedsheets - his wife and her lover. I’d whispered in his ear all day, urging him to hurry home, to witness this betrayal. He’d chalked it up to intuition. But it was me, hard at work, tempting another wayward soul.As angry words crowd in Tom’s throat, his lips tremble. Beads of sweat roll down his forehead, past furrowed brows. His eyes are fixed on his wife. One shaky hand points a Glock 34 at her. His finger hovers over the trigger. The wife turns ...

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A Teddy Bear For Adults

Submitted to Contest #156

***Warning: Contains explicit language, mentions suicide/self-harm and substance abuse***I really hate my job. I’m staring at the clock like a jailbird waiting for their cell to finally open, to taste the sweet nectar of freedom. It’s an odd sensation — a cocktail of relief and nauseating anxiety. Today’s the day I stick up for myself. Today’s the day I tell the dragon lady I refuse to work on my day off. She'll listen to me because I'll sound confident, stern, and oh my gosh, here she comes! My back straightens.In she walks w...

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This is No Ordinary Life

Submitted to Contest #155

The Night of The Full MoonThere’s blood everywhere. Blood on my shirt, blood on my bed, blood in my mouth. As I scramble out of bed, I hear a thump. I look down and notice a small solid form underneath the sheet. Reaching down with a shaky hand, I uncover the body. It’s Mr. Whiskers. His eyes are wild with fear, his mouth agape, frozen wide as if his last moments were spent in agony, yowling for help. No. I couldn’t have. A single hot tear rolls down my cheek.It hurts to breathe. I’m panting for air. You don’t have time for this. Mom and Dad...

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