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Max Phantomhive

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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The Dice Weather Station

Submitted to Contest #239

I was reading at three am, as usual. I had just finished overtime, and was now relaxing in the living room, snacks and hot coco resting on the end table.When the clock struck three twenty, that is when I heard it. Those light odd taps outside. Squishy dice were falling, like usual. The dice rain last until around four am. It had been three years sense it began; four years sense we all found out magic was not just some folk lore they tell us as children.While hearing the odd taps outside, I stood to put the book away. Like clock work, It rain...

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Just Trying To Study

Submitted to Contest #223

Everything I’ve been through. All that I have done. Of all days. This had to happen on the one day I’ve finally been able to get out of bed for more than just classes. I went to the library, my favorite place. They have a small cafe in the corner, with the huge circular windows next to them. This area in front of the cafe, it didn’t have chairs, or tables. It had beanbags and lap tables. Due to price cuts last year, this was the best they could do. Some rowdy freshmen broke the tables and chairs, they did get expelled and forced to pay f...

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Collage Prank

Submitted to Contest #218

The stench of sweat filled my nostrils, harsh spikes of floral, and wood mixing in. Move one way and the harsh smell almost resembling nature would make you dizzy. Go the other and flowers hit you like a train, almost knocking you off your feet.  You could practically taste the loud smells if it had not been for the gun powder. The only smell you could taste was sweat, the saltiness constantly abused my tongue. It was hard to keep my mouth closed to stop it.  I was breathing to heavily. One gasp after another. No matter how man...

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