Mel HW

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Friends Worth Pulling the Trigger For” by Mel HW

Submitted to Contest #289

TW: Sexual content, profanityThe room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here, thought Liv, her eyes adjusting to the light creeping in through the broken blinds. Her lips stuck together, locking in a taste she could only describe as cat piss. Her brain pulsed, expanding against her skull, squeezing its way through her ears. The room smelled like the aftermath of a rave. Sheets touched her bare skin. She found a pile of dark, shiny hair on a naked pillow beside her.“Please don’t be ugly,” she whispered, hovering over the man lying on his ...

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“Swiped” by Mel HW

Submitted to Contest #287

He’s here. And he’s just as hot as his pictures, Charlotte texted from outside of the café. She moved two steps to her right. Jenn responded with a string of emojis: bearded man face, burning heart, guy and girl kissing faces. Charlotte smiled and checked her hair in the reflection of the Ramen place next door, getting faint notes of the meaty umami, all that her still partially stuffed nose would allow. Her phone buzzed. Charlotte swiped to see it was Jenn with another string of emojis: sweaty face, fire, tongue, peace hand symbol, yum face...

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“A Single-Wide Bit of Mercy” by Mel HW

Submitted to Contest #286

TW: profanity, addiction, domestic violenceJamie counted the pills twice. One for cholesterol, three for blood pressure and kidneys, one for acid reflux, one antidepressant, one antibiotic for the latest UTI, and one for osteoporosis on Mondays. Then the vitamins: C, D, B12, Fish Oil. She clumsily matched plastic lids to their bottles and shoved the pills into the cabinet next to the microwave. She closed the cabinet door quickly, not meaning to slam it. Even though none of the pills were the good ones, Jamie couldn’t look at a collection of...

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“Womb Half Full, Mother Half Empty” by Mel HW

Submitted to Contest #285

TW: mentions of pregnancy lossThe familiar sound of crinkling paper was the only one in the room as I maneuvered my bare bottom across the examination table. I lied back as if I were actually comfortable.“Do you know what this is made of?” I asked my husband, who was typing on his phone.“What what’s made of?” Jeremy replied.“This paper that’s in every doctor’s office. It reminds me of the parchment paper I use to bake cookies.” Jeremy rubbed the paper, feeling both sides. He wasn’t thinking about paper.“Check that cabinet over there. Let’s s...

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