Megan Bacher

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Nightly Routine” by Megan Bacher

Submitted to Contest #224

Do you ever wish you could fall asleep and never wake up? I do. It is a constant part of my nightly routine. Though the thought seems appealing, unfortunately it is highly unlikely. So when I do manage to fall asleep, it ends instantly, waking up to the dread of another day. Which is why it is currently five in the morning, and I have yet to let myself fall into the abyss of sleep. It is not that I have had a traumatic life or anything that is keeping me up into the late hours of the night. Yeah, my parents are divorced and I live wi...

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“Dropouts of Mr. Lakeland’s Class” by Megan Bacher

Submitted to Contest #223

“Shhhhhhh.” The librarian whispers loudly, bringing her crooked finger up to her mouth, as she passes our table in long uneven strides. Her black robe is draped too far over her head making her look like a lost ghost. Kaylin giggles silently as I gag, wiping away the spit droplets that now lay on my stack of papers. It’s disgusting, I mouth with a smile slipping through my lips. Kaylin and I had spent the past four hours in old rustic wooden chairs that were in desperate need of some cushions. We both have three finals this week...

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“Dear Old Friend” by Megan Bacher

Submitted to Contest #220

I offer a kind smile and hand my remaining two dollars to the taxi driver. He deserves a tip. For the first person I spoke to since being out, he was kind and talked to me like a normal human being. Though he did not know my background, picking me up from the top security jail must have been his first clue. The brisk breeze feels warm against my chilled skin. Now since I am out of that hell hole, I ought to be outside more. Thirty five years in a cell really blows – my skin is white as a ghost. Leaves crunch beneath my feet with ev...

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“Behind the Mirror ” by Megan Bacher

Submitted to Contest #219

“I think I saw a motel down the road,” Paige says, putting the car in park. I shift in my seat and cross my arms over my chest. “A motel? This late at night?” I look out my side window, though with the rain I can barely make out no more than a foot outside. “I am not so sure.” I can not imagine walking that far at night, on the side of the road, and with a storm that did not seem to be stopping anytime soon. Paige places her hands on my shoulder. “Mia, it is either sit here and drain the car’s battery, leaving us totally scre...

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“The Final Task ” by Megan Bacher

Submitted to Contest #217

I stood motionless as I watched seven large men lobbed ropes over the dragon's body. Its head rose ever so slightly as it took its final breath of air, savoring the element which kept it alive. The dragon's head then fell hard to the floor with a loud thud that shook the arena, and just as its eyes closed for the last time, I swore it met my gaze before its limp body melted into the ground. My classmate, Adwin, threw his bloody hands up taking in the crowd's roars of cheers. The elders looked unamused, keeping stern faces at bay. Adw...

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“The First Thursday ” by Megan Bacher

Submitted to Contest #216

“ID please.” The short woman in front of me with the club's logo on her shirt stuck out her hand. I had prepared for this exact moment the entire twenty minutes I stood freezing in the line. Take out the card and hand it to the nice lady. And yet I still found myself shuffling to pull my ID out of my phone case with my hands shaking not from the cold. I handed out my card, smiling a convincing smile that ensured I was breaking no laws. My chest felt like it was caving in, suffocating my already shaken breath. I could not tell you why my hear...

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