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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020
Submitted to Contest #79
The judge's words rang throughout the courtroom, âMichael Jonathan Greary sentenced to life in prison . . .â The gallery, like a pot left simmering for weeks, boiled over and cries rose up from either side. Some were happy and some were devastated, but collectively what settled was a sense of relief. It was finally over. People could go back to their lives and some semblance of a normal existence. The bailiffs cleared the courtroom. The crowd moved noisily through the halls and spilled onto the street. Camer...
Submitted to Contest #78
âOlivia . . . . Olivia,â came the insistent voice from somewhere overhead followed by a tap, tap, tap. âWake up will you!â the voice pleaded.âW-who's there?â I mumbled my brain foggy from a deep dreamless slumber.âWhy itâs your new best friend, Minnie.ââMinnie, I donât know anybody named Minnie,â I said as I rubbed my eyes. My limbs felt stiff and numb. I shook them out and stretched.  âWhere am I? Why is it so dark?â I called.âJust follow my voice. Iâm right here. Come on, come on up here.âAs the blac...
Submitted to Contest #77
The viciously bitter wind bit my cheeks. Hot tears stung at the corners of my eyes and I swiped them away. My fingers felt stiff and numb inside my brand-new gloves. The gloves brought to mind the past Christmas. My last with her. Good times. Happy times. I shook the memories away and focused my attention on the steep terrain ahead. The grey sky hung like a dirty curtain over the snow-white mountainside.  The hardy hemlock trees, burdened by the heavy weight of a late winter snow, stood tall and p...
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