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Marshall Chapman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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Nicotine Dream

Submitted to Contest #196

     CW: Mature Themes Maryanne awoke entangled in her silk white sheets, the sun shining through the open bay window at the edge of her studio apartment, landing its rays and accentuating her golden mop of hair. Ever present and then non present was the dull agitation she felt when she wanted a cigarette, or was on her period. Right now it was both.     She grabbed her phone off the bedside table and began scrolling through the daily rabble, syphoning the dopamine from likes and comments tha...

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Look at her

Submitted to Contest #144

     CW: Profanity, mature themes, sexual innuendo. Look at her. How can someone be so attractive yet so off-putting all at once? Everybody knows that’s not really her. And yet, why does everyone engage, validate even, this shallow persona? Is it for her benefit or for their own? How many of those likes are driven by lust and perversion? How many by jealousy? Of course I’m jealous. How could I not be? My efforts to strive for the upper echelons of this virtual Sodom and Gomorrah have been rained on with fire and ...

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Fire

Submitted to Contest #143

    They sat around the fire. The moon was the backdrop. Clouds obscured the stars, but not the circle of white which sat unmoving against the black of night. Just the moon. Its essence only accented by the fire. In the event the fire went out, they would see solely by the light of the moon.      Around the fire a circle of instant chairs had sprouted. Red, green, blue, black and metal. The things perceiving the fire sat in those chairs, they the only confirmation that the fire indeed existed...

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