Mazie Maris

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Harpswell House” by Mazie Maris

“Julie?” the driver asked. I nodded, only looking up long enough to make sure the license plate matched the one on my ride share app. I opened the back door of the 1998 Nissan Sentra and plopped down onto the crusty tan-colored back seat. It was the smell that made me look up from my phone once again, and it took me less than a second to notice the paper pine-scented tree hanging from the...

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“Golden Ticket” by Mazie Maris

**This story contains profanity**I hate this place. It smells like moth balls and old people, and I can’t believe I have to spend another Saturday of my 13-year-old life sitting here watching people get all worked about paintings with cracks in them. Seriously, I’ve lost sleep wondering how my life got me here.This time we’re at the convention center in Boston, a mere five hours from home, which I guess is better than last weekend in Indianapolis which required sleeping in our car in a Wal-Mart parking ...

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“Stay with Me” by Mazie Maris

**This story refers to the loss of a spouse, and includes light profanity and a very brief assumed reference of abuse.** Remember that time in Malaga? You and me, and Jonah? We arrived with twenty bucks in hand and no plan at all. I’ll never forget that night. Remember that bar we landed at? I think I was five energy drinks and vodkas in, and Jonah had had at least that much. Remember how much we laughed?...

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“Look What You Made Me Do ” by Mazie Maris

The most annoying thing about being a writer is having stories come to my mind at the worst times. Right before falling asleep, while driving, or drying my hair. They never pop up when my hands are conveniently free or I have the time or space to sit and write. They just enter my brain, create a little excitement and chaos, and then disappear into thin air, never to be remembered again. The story of Kate ...

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“Losing You” by Mazie Maris

***This story contains sensitive information regarding infant loss and substance abuse.*** They sat on opposite ends of the blue couch. Arms crossed. Eyes laser focused straight ahead. “We’re just too different,” he said. I laughed. Out loud. I didn’t mean to, and...

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“Alice” by Mazie Maris

For long as she can remember, Alice loved to hide. It drove her mother crazy, often literally to the point of panic, and just once to the point of a call to the town sheriff. The thrill of the hunt, the excitement of knowing the moment was focused on her, the game of hide and seek; it all made the blood flow through her veins like nothing she’d ever experienced. Sometimes she would hide for fun, other tim...

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Author bio

Hello! I'm Mazie. I'm just finding my voice and learning to write, tackling the first steps of working towards a lifelong dream of becoming an author. I'm a photographer by day, telling stories through images. This is my chance to tell stories through words. Thanks for taking a peek at my work!