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A weekly short story contest
Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020
Submitted to Contest #110
The highway stretched out ahead of them as far as the eye could see, a dark concrete line that stood out sharply against the tan sand of the surrounding terrain. In didnβt matter which direction you looked out here; flat desert was all there was to see. This highway had nearly no curves. From Alice Springs to Katherine, the road ran almost perfectly straight, parallel with the state lines on eith...
Submitted to Contest #104
Are you coming tonight? Anyone else would be thrilled to receive such a text. They would reply βof course!β and their faces would light up. Right away, theyβd wonder about the new friends they would be making by last call. A night out for most people is something to look forward to. In me, though, it triggers anxiety. I stared down at those f...
Submitted to Contest #46
Earlier today, she bought herself a new notebook.It was black and leather-bound, the sort a real writer would fill with interesting and progressive thoughts. The pages were thicker than standard notebooks, off-white, and made a satisfying hiss sliding against each other. With that, she also had a new pen. Black, thick ink flowed through it onto the fresh page like silk, leaving lines, not unlike those by a figure skater on ice. Sure, she was just writing her name, but the familiarity of the movement made her s...
Submitted to Contest #40
She had a horrible feeling in her stomach when she saw that he was at her door. She knew it was going to happen now, she had been waiting for it, but she wasnβt ready yet. Her hand shook when she turned the knob and swung the door wide open. It was a beautiful, sunny, warm day. Such a shame to have to spend it this way.They stood facing each other, one on either side of the door frame. For a moment, neither said a word. There were no words left to say. Tears swam in both of their eyes. He wanted to reach out, to grab her and hold h...
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