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Marjolein Maassen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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Things will get better

Marjolein Maassen

Submitted to Contest #45

2012“Will you stop complaining already? I mean, I’m not saying things don’t suck, but they’ll get better eventually. This stuff just takes time.”“Excuse me?” Janet looked at her friend. “How much more time should pass before things will magically start getting better?” She asked sharply.“Whoa”, Maggie threw up her hands. “Easy there. I’m just saying, we’ve already come a long way. Things are so much better now than they were, like, a hundred years ago.” Janet was staring at her, brows furrowed, lips tightly pursed, not saying a word. Maggie ...

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Business as usual

Marjolein Maassen

Submitted to Contest #44

He slowly loosened his tie and let it fall to the bed. It landed next to his unopened suitcase. He knew he should be unpacking his things. It was past midnight – courtesy of a delayed flight – and his alarm was set to go off in less than six hours. Instead, he just stood there. Staring down at his trolley suitcase – tightly packed to maximise the available space and avoid having to check in any bags – and his silk tie, its deep maroon colour contrasting with the white of his cotton sheets. At the very least he should move his suitcase to the...

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Candlelight

Marjolein Maassen

Submitted to Contest #43

“Honey, did you leave a candle burning last night?” “No, I don’t even remember the last time we lit a candle.” Kimberly attempted to blow the candle out, but the flame wouldn’t budge. “Huh. Is this one of those trick candles?” She tried to pinch it out with her fingers. “Ouch!” She yelped. Veronica rushed to her side and sighed. “Really? Your first instinct was to stick your fingers in the flames? Are you five?” Kimberly shot her a look. “You try blowing the flame out then.” “Alright.” Veronica took a deep breath and released a gust of air ...

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Rosa

Marjolein Maassen

Submitted to Contest #42

August.Click. A soft whirring came from within, slowly increasing in speed and volume, until the metal skin positively vibrated. Eventually it quieted a little, and settled on a steady hum, almost like a heartbeat. Which was then abruptly followed by a short, high-pitched beep. “Ugh, I can’t believe that with the way technology has advanced, I still have to deal with sounds that make my ears bleed.” “Stop being su...

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The Cliff

Marjolein Maassen

Submitted to Contest #41

“This is never going to work, you know.” The voice came from behind him, but he didn’t turn around. He ignored the sigh that followed too. Instead, he shuffled slightly closer to the edge, until he could feel a cool breeze on the bottom of his feet. He took a deep breath. “I’m not going to patch you up again Carl”, his friend said. “You’re on your own this time.” Carl counted down in his head. Three… two… ONE. He spread his flippers and jumped, enthusiastically flapping them up and down, trying to get some traction. For a brief second he t...

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The River

Marjolein Maassen

Submitted to Contest #40

“Don’t go too far, okay honey?” Ginny pulled herself away from her mother’s doting hands, and purposely unzipped the top of her coat again. “We’ll be fine, mom.” “I know. But don’t go so far that you won’t be back in time for dinner, alright?” Her mother snuck in a quick kiss on her forehead and Ginny made a face, before turning away and sprinting towards the back door. “Come on, Jack!” She yelled, before throwing the door open and hurdling herself into freedom. They ran across the freshly mown grass towards the trees just near the end of...

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