Mikayla Peterson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“April Showers” by Mikayla Peterson

Submitted to Contest #112

It was here, and far earlier than it had come last year. There had been no warning despite the dozens of meteorologists and storm chasers that flocked to the ramshackle prairie town in order to study the extraordinarily vicious and long winded storms that plagued it. Last year, the storms had arrived in late May and had stayed swirling and rumbling until August, drenching the fields and annihilating any hope they’d had of having a harvest. Now, April had barely begun and the black clouds were already growling on the horizon. Ivy stood...

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“Jo watching, Jo killing, Jo dead” by Mikayla Peterson

Submitted to Contest #67

Jo was 96% sure what had happened, but she was less than 37% sure that anyone would believe her. She wasn’t much more sure that she believed herself. The entire walk to the police station, she did nothing but rehearse the words within her head, what she might say when giving the report.Yes officer, I have just witnessed a murder. In an alley between Dolly and Whelton. Who died? Why, it was me! Who did it? Well, that was me too. But no, it wasn’t Jo. And yet it had been! The women wore the same dress as Jo, had the same penny loafers with the...

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“Don't You Dare” by Mikayla Peterson

Submitted to Contest #66

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.”Anne glared at me, shoulders taut, hissing through her teeth. I looked down at my riding boots, dusty from walking the course early that morning. The sun beat down mercilessly, making horses and spectators sweat alike. Ladies in long skirts and broad brimmed hats handed the riders flowers to tuck in their mount’s mane for good luck, blushing all the while at the handsome young men that flashed their teeth in a smile. The lady in front of me had no such flowers, and I had no such ...

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“No More Cheese!” by Mikayla Peterson

Submitted to Contest #58

Detective Robert Burdock strolled into the candle lit interrogation room, burnt coffee in one hand and an empty notepad in the other. Bill Sherman sat in a little steel chair across the table twiddling his thumbs nervously and studying his ghostly reflection in the one way glass to his right. Robert sighed and sat down, sliding the coffee to Bill.“Bill, why are you here?”Bill took a sip of the coffee, grimaced, and sighed just as Robert had. “Well Rob, pal, I have a crime to confess to.”“Oh?” said Rob, glancing at the blank notepad. “An...

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“For the Boys and Girls” by Mikayla Peterson

Submitted to Contest #26

A few months ago, I was playing a concert nearly every night. People would flock to the stadiums and concert halls, paying exorbitant sums just to sit closer to the stage on which I played. Talk shows, radio interviews, these things had slowly become a way of life. I loved it. I loved the attention and adoration of the people who called themselves my greatest fans. I hope they are still out there, even though I can’t see them anymore. The stadiums and concert halls have all been seized or destroyed. People no longer have any penn...

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“Time Capsule” by Mikayla Peterson

Submitted to Contest #25

Long ago, in my eternal wisdom as a five year old, I began keeping a journal. Daily diaries slowly sputtered out as I became bored with my own life and gave way to doodles created with my mother’s expensive art supplies. Miscellaneous leaves and flowers were shoddily taped and pressed throughout the pages, as well as imagined treasure maps that lead to gold and rubies that were buried somewhere on my grandparents farm. The journal was the complete and utter chaos of a young child, but through the years I somehow managed to keep one thing con...

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Author bio

The ultimate goal is to become a world famous writer and get a fat check every month from book sales and royalties so that I don't have to have a real job, like accounting :) I am an avid dream-journal keeper, and many of my best works come from the most incoherent dreams. There's probably a metaphor in there somewhere, but I haven't found it yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯