Megan Rosevear

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“A Flavour of Kintsugi ” by Megan Rosevear

"Ew, put that back."Shay opened her mouth, an argument at the tip of her tongue: You haven't even looked! But it died in her throat as she locked eyes with Iris in the mirror she hadn't before noticed. So she resigned to pout instead."Hey!" she said. "It's cute!""Yeah, if you're a hobo, maybe."Shay draped the leopard-print coat over her arm and admitted defeat. "You're rude.""I'm trying to make sure you don't look like a rug.""You look like a rug," Shay muttered, hanging the coat back up ...

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“You, Me, Us, and Them” by Megan Rosevear

"Jenna?""Yeah?""Door!""Gimme a- ah!" Jenna said, her shriek being cut off by a giggle. The five-...

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“And Had I Not Looked Left” by Megan Rosevear

I missed the bus again. Veronica would kill me if she knew; I'd been late four times that week already and was due for more than just a few snide comments this time.I frantically tried to flag down the driver, but it was no use. He peeled away from the curb and out into the evening traffic. Cars were whizzing by, their lights blinking on as the world turned more purple than blue.I stood on the sidewalk and ignored the way that people filtered around me. I could have started the long walk home - at least...

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“The Girl Next Door” by Megan Rosevear

I can’t help but hate Erica Clearwater. She's impossible, but in a way that only I'm able to see. It feels like I’m the last person alive who isn’t under her spell. She always finds a way to sneak into my mind, even when I’m keeping to myself, walking down the hallway with my head down. Her student council poster jumps from the wall and slides in my way so I have to see her ...

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“The Day the Music Died” by Megan Rosevear

I’ve played the cello since I was seven years old.  The throaty bass wafted through the house from four to six o’clock every night, filtering through the vents and settling everyone into a monotonous routine after a hectic day.  Cello Suite No. 1 was my grandma’s favorite, and bless her heart she’d traverse all the way downstairs just to sit with me while I played it. &l...

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To put the fear of death into someone is to remind them that they're human

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