Moa Holmertz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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“My fault” by Moa Holmertz

Submitted to Contest #273

7 of July, 2001 My life is falling apart, and it’s all my fault. I should have just accepted that Markus only wanted to hang out at my place. Even though mom hates him, never leaves us alone and calls him a filthy tramp, I’d rather have that than not have him at all. I always asked him why we couldn’t hang out at his place, as mom was driving me crazy at this point. He only said that his father was a weirdo. His mother wasn’t part of the picture, as she passed away when he was like ten. Markus never told me anything about her, except her abi...

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“You never forget the first” by Moa Holmertz

WARNING: Rape/Non-consensual, attraction to minors, implied murder, highly unreliable narrator. I should have known that she meant trouble the first time I laid eyes upon her. The town I live in is quite small, the kind of place where everyone knew everybody and few secrets were kept well. Thus there was plenty of curiosity when a new family moved into the old house at the lake. It’s not much to say about them, just your average nuclear family with two kids and a dog. I don’t remember the names of the parents nor the boy, but I’ll never forg...

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“The Awakening” by Moa Holmertz

Submitted to Contest #272

I woke up. The first thing I felt was the cold, but I didn’t feel cold. The cold intensified as I pressed my hands against the cold pale walls around me, only to realize that I was confined into a small space. Carefully I felt my way around with both hands and feet just to figure out where I was, while also trying to remember how I got here in the first place. However, I realized that I didn’t remember much at all. The only thing I managed to grasp were small fragments of memories. Veiny dry hands eagerly caressing my body. White pills again...

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“A shadow from the past” by Moa Holmertz

Submitted to Contest #271

Scott grumbled disgruntledly once he realized the glass was empty. With little control over his limbs, he slammed it onto the bar and yelled:“Another!”“Doon’t think so, lad,”the old bartender said with his grating Scottish accent. “Ye’ve bin drinkin’ mair ‘an enough.”“Don’t tell me I've had enough, kilt wearin’ cunt,”Scott growled and pointed a meaty finger at McClain.McClain sighed, before putting down another glass in front of him. He had barely finished filling it, before Scott took the glass and downed the amber drink like a thirsty begg...

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Author bio

The short version: Just a young girl who loves to write about all things dark and twisted. The longer version: Ever since I was a child, I've loved to come up with different stories as much as I loved reading about them. However, I had a hard time finishing them. Last year I decided to get my sh*t together and actually write a whole story. What is it about? Only time will tell. Until then, you can enjoy a shorter story from me every once in a while! Feel also free to give me a follow on Instagram, at @moa_writing_boudoir. It would be greatly appreciated! Have fun!