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Marisa Billions

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

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Cold

Marisa Billions

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark.  The bitterness of the cold seemed to seep through the walls of the house. It wasn’t sunset yet. It wasn’t supposed to be this dark, but the clouds bringing in the snow made it appear darker than it should be at this hour.  Mazie stood at the large picture window in the living room looking outside. The ticking of the large grandfather clock in the corner of the room was all that she could hear. No. That’s not true. She could hear that annoying drip from the kitch...

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Property of Beatrice Helen James

Marisa Billions

I don’t like weddings. Especially big weddings. Even moreso, I particularly don’t like having to travel for big weddings.  My wife and I eloped in Vegas on what was supposed to be a girls trip. It was spur of the moment. Rae and I had been friends for years, and recently had begun dating. We walked into an all night wedding chapel slightly drunk and sealed the deal with our four closest friends there to watch. We didn’t even have real rings. We bought some cheap bands at the chapel as we were signing our papers. We had said we would u...

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A Day in the life of Charlie White

Marisa Billions

(This story contains adult language and mention of school lockdown) Five am and the alarm is going off.  “Alexa, turn off the alarm.”  “I’m sorry, I didn’t understand.” The alarm keeps getting louder.  “Alexa. Turn. Off. The. Alarm.”  “I’m sorry, I didn’t understand. You can say ‘Alexa tell me the weather-”  “ALEXA. TURN. OFF. THE. ALARM.”  The alarm turns off. Charlie kicks her feet out of the blankets and plants them in a pile of warm, slimy dog vomit. Chunks and bile ooze between her toes. ...

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Alize

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #187

It’s been a year to the day. Our last interaction was not a nice one. I screamed at her. I told her I was done. She kissed me goodbye, and she was gone. Not a day goes by that I’m not spending time reenacting our last moments together in my head. Our shouts and angry words reverberate in my head. I will never not be sorry, and the hole in my heart and the empty place in my bed and my life will never be filled.  Every day since then, I see something I never noticed until the day after she was gone.  Paw prints on wet concrete. A...

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Sing a Song

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #186

I don’t remember much about my birth mom. She was beautiful. And she could sing. I remember she would sing to me all the time. She would sing while she put the bows and pigtails in my hair. I would sing with her. We would harmonize. Her with her beautiful and powerful voice. Me, with my high pitched kid voice.  I loved her. She was my world. Beautiful. Sweet. Doting. I know she loved me. Unfortunately, she loved heroin more than she loved me.  Imagine, four years old, and your mother is on the kitchen floor. You don’t unders...

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