Maya Reynolds

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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9 Stories

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“Memory Lane” by Maya Reynolds

Soup Of course, soup always comes first. Soup is the introduction, the first hint of the deliciousness that will follow. Naturally, I made your favorite: Grandma’s famous noodle soup. The hot, flavorful broth, the noodles that slide down your throat. You always wondered what secret ingredient made it so delicious, so familiar. Finally, I revealed to you what it was: the chicken bouillon cubes tha...

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“A Vacation Gone Wrong” by Maya Reynolds

7/28/20 Dear Diary, I am so excited about vacation next week! Mom promised a nice beach and Dad promised to bring our bikes, so we’re going to have tons of fun! As long as Willie and Benny behave. I wish I could have convinced Mom to leave them home and have just her, me, and Dad go on vacation—just the three of us. That would have been nice. Sigh. Oh well. At least Alicia’s coming too. We...

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“Returning Home” by Maya Reynolds

A gentle breeze ruffles the leaves on the maple tree. Sunlight gently bathes the house in a warm light. Birds fly to and fro, chattering to one another. You ease your car up the driveway and park outside the garage. Opening the door, you step outside and take a deep breath. You have arrived. Walking around the garage to the side door, nothing seems to have changed. The pine trees still stand tall next to each ot...

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“The Mouse Head” by Maya Reynolds

“Mommy, come here!” Tommy shouted eagerly, standing next to the sliding door opening onto the back porch. “Just a minute!” came his mother’s faint reply from somewhere inside the house. “Hurry up!” he yelled frantically, tapping his hand on the glass window. “What is it, Tommy?” she asked, coming up behind him. “Look!” He pointed out the window at a fluffy ball sitting outside the door.

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“One Thing That Stays the Same” by Maya Reynolds

Look, there’s the Big Dipper! Hey, follow the pointer stars and…there! Polaris. Ursa Minor is pretty faint – can you see it? Very faint curve of stars forming the handle. Those two bright ones are the end of the cup. Man, it’s clear tonight. Good idea coming out here where there’s less light pollution. Back home I couldn’t see anything! Besides the moon of course....

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“"I just need a drink" ” by Maya Reynolds

The PreyIt is a hot day. Extremely hot. It’s so hot that I woke up this morning covered in sweat. I’m still sweating. It’s so hot that I could cook a pancake on the roof of that shiny, black car parked at the Coffee Shoppe. And maybe some bacon too. It’s so hot that all the worms from Tuesday’s rain lie dried up on the sidewalks. Poor worms. It’s so hot that I need a drink. I’m super thirsty. I haven’t had a drink since Tuesday, and that was rainwater. Bad news is, people don’t give away free water anymore. You’ve got to p...

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“Why Won't Anyone Listen?” by Maya Reynolds

Tap. Tap. Tap. “Dad!” “Not right now, son.” Shrugs his shoulders to avoid his son’s patting hands. A few seconds later…Tap. Tap. Tap. “Please, Dad!” “Son, I’m busy. Not right now.” Turns his chair away. Tap. Tap. Tap. “Come on, Dad, I have to ask you something!” “Ask me later. I’m busy. Go play or read a book.” Rolls his chair closer to his desk. ...

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“The Long Awaited Event ” by Maya Reynolds

“Next please,” the attendant calls, sounding slightly bored.As the line shuffles forward, you move along with mounting excitement. You have never done this before and eagerly await your turn. The long line before you doesn’t deter you. You undo your ponytail and shake out your reddish-brown hair before redoing your hairstyle. Technically, you didn’t have to wear your hair up since you’re in an air-conditioned building, but you have to wear your favorite hairstyle for this momentous occasion. You glance around the room. The only thi...

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“My Annoying Brother” by Maya Reynolds

Brothers. I shake my head and sigh. I should have known he wouldn’t show up again. Every time I make him promise to be there on time and every time he is late. You’d think by now I would have learned not to expect him in a timely manner…or at all. But I can’t help myself. Despite his habitual tardiness, I still hold out the hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll change. Maybe today he will actually arrive on time.I think back to last night when we scheduled this meeting. I was about to crawl into bed when my phone rang. Glanci...

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Author bio

Though I'm not commonly known as the writer in the family, I've decided to give it a try. Besides this new literary hobby, I also have a somewhat unhealthy obsession with typing, packing suitcases, and organizing bookshelves.