Meredith Moyer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

91 karma pts

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“Joyful Grieving ” by Meredith Moyer

Submitted to Contest #280

"I always thought you were the strongest person to ever exist.""Evidently, that is not the case.""I would laugh, but I just can't seem to. I really don't remember the last time I did, to tell you the truth.""Neither can I.""Okay, that was funny.""Glad I could help.""You think I'll ever laugh at someone else's jokes?""I hope so. I hope you do everything you did before I left.""I don't know that I want to. It feels like half of me has vanished with you.""That half is there. You just have to call for her.""Trust me, it goes straight to voicemai...

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“Don't Tell Anyone.” by Meredith Moyer

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #273

Don’t tell anyone. Don’t tell anyone. Don’t tell anyone. Tell them what? I want to ask what you mean, because somehow, I think I forgot. You told me to keep quiet, but what was it I was supposed to stay hushed about? I believe I may have hidden it somewhere deep in my head. Too hard to dig out. I know that it was painful, because my heart and lungs, they remember. They remember so vividly. My heart skips its beat sometimes and my lungs fill with cement, but I am not so sure why. The only thing I can remember is that you told me to forget.May...

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“New Year, Same Me” by Meredith Moyer

Submitted to Contest #126

There are 365 days in a year. 8,760 hours that we spend turning and waiting on a globe. We wait for the next year to fix what was broken by the previous year. We hope for better days in the next one to come and we pray that we will not feel the same as we did. If anyone knows anything about the desire to change on that first day of 365 to come, it is me.I have years that I consider to be my best and more that were my worst, but overall, I always beg for a fresher one to come. I think of what I will be next time. I make lists and change my di...

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“Memory” by Meredith Moyer

Submitted to Contest #61

The snow fell in a steady rhythm, the cold leaving a layer of their own on her windows and her flowers that once bloomed brighter than her, now fell under the weight of frost. Her day began the same as the others, except for the lack of work emails littering her inbox. She should have known that it was Christmas. How could she have gone the entire month of December without noticing. She passed Christmas lights, the smell of hot chocolate in her usual coffee shop and even missed the over population of her quaint town. It was not as if she was...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #273

Don't Tell Anyone. – read story