Mia Hunter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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“The Thumb Keeper” by Mia Hunter

When I stepped out of my house, I noticed the sky was a smear of rouge with dense, ashen clouds lingering low onto the town. One tiny puff floated across the street and dissolved into a giant oak tree. A muffled rumble added some sound to the empty neighborhood, followed by a flash of pink and purple.  It gave a sense of morbid anticipation. A feeling of knowing that something out of the ordinary might...

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“The Autumn Grave Calls” by Mia Hunter

'No matter who it belongs to, standing in front of a grave is a strange feeling. I don’t dislike it… but I cannot say I like it either. It’s cold, but it’s also real. It’s the only reality I am sure of. It will catch up to me as it caught on to this one here. ' Monologuing to himself, James placed a bouquet of white flowers in front of a tree. 'There once used to be a rock sla...

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“After Work” by Mia Hunter

The first time I walked into my ad agency life, I was greeted by the strong smell of coffee mixed with cigar smoke and orange essence. It was, up until that moment, one of the oddest combinations of smells I had ever smelt in my lifetime of smelling.But eh, it doesn’t matter, right? I had a job; the most sought after luxury in this time of high unemployment, made worse with a handful of acute inflation.Or so I thought… As any working slave would understand; I got a JOB. I find thi...

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“Sea-dreams” by Mia Hunter

On a Saturday afternoon, the doorbell rang loud and clear in the Stones’ residency.Suzanne, 18, was the only one at home and she rushed to the entrance.Her father hadn’t been home in a long time and that had her worried. Since no one visited the house anyways, Suzanne had every reason to believe that her father had returned.She opened the door with an expectant heart but was let down by the sight of two strangers instead. One tall and one short.“Hello, are you Miss Suzanne, daughter of Joh...

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“The Darker Alley” by Mia Hunter

“I have been on this street for as long as I can remember… all I know is that I just have to live… live till the day I die.” By, The Homeless manThe evening sky frowns down at the somewhat busy main road of Koramangala. Cars gliding, people rushing and a whole lot of lights flashing; the usual city chaos.A homeless man sits on the footpath, on a rugged jute sac, with his back pressed against the stone wall of an old temple. His once white shirt has turned khaki and a blanket of dust ...

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“Can you help me?” by Mia Hunter

“Martin, can you clean table 4?” Ms. Lucious, the librarian of St. Joseph, ordered in a stern voice.“Yes ma’am” Martin replied and started piling the books on top of each other. Science encyclopedias, nat geo magazines, reader’s digest; all brainy books at one spot!Martin picked up the lot, his back straining a bit. He was born under a weak star and was a far cry in comparison to the athletic, energetic boys of his class. Walking slowly to the ‘Education’ section of the library, Martin tried his best to...

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“Transience” by Mia Hunter

A spine chilling breeze swept into the living room when Berry opened the door. As far back as she could remember, Januaries had always been odd in this place. Then again, what did she know about January? She had never even left the house! But from what she had seen on television, this place looked different from other places during winters.Even with the fat blankets of glistening white weighing down the black branches, in this place, life thrived among death. In winters, lands in other cold parts of the world would be covered in sm...

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“Careless on Christmas” by Mia Hunter

(Genre: dark comedy)Jen clutched the kitchen knife so tightly that his knuckles went white. He had been hiding behind the counter for the past fifteen minutes, trying to hear what the dubious group was planning to do next.“How about we bomb them? We can drop five bombs and finish the rest off with our guns.” Said the guy with the fruit soda.

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“Let's not Panic” by Mia Hunter

Matt’s POV“Oh… no…” was my first reaction....Profuse palpitations to Himalayan heights was my second.I will explain- try to explain what happened, to the best of my ability… but I am not betting on your understanding.Betting… yes, that is where it all began.Steve was a dear friend from the office. We grew close when I hit the office lottery. In fact, he was so sweet that he introduced me to the wonderful w...

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