Molly Milsom

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Let Him Go ” by Molly Milsom

Submitted to Contest #286

CW: Contains themes of addiction and altered mental states.My world tries to shift, to change but I hold on tight, refusing to let go. Clenched fists and skin taut over knuckles and body curled. Curled like that of a caterpillar in a cocoon. The sky wrapped tightly over me, the ground a hard concrete slab with blades of grass sprouting between the cracks. My world. An unforeseen force tugs at the sky, an attempt to rip it open. I cry out, the sound, a warm gurgle bubbling up from my throat. I close my eyes, wrapping tighter. Sores ...

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“The Accident ” by Molly Milsom

Submitted to Contest #267

Will they ever know?My cheek rests in a pothole, rain falls from the sky, pounding the dirt into thick mud. I’ll be an outline drawn with chalk soon. This is where they will point and say “the body was here” Open veins are seeing the setting sun, the clouds, the orange sky for the first time. My left hand is glued to the road in-front of my face. A pulp of flesh.I don’t know where my other hand is. Where my legs are. I can feel the gravel between my teeth, smell the thick wet concrete. I wonder how much time has passed. “What ...

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“The 23 Year Old Soldier ” by Molly Milsom

Submitted to Contest #263

As I breath, I feel the dirt rattle in my lungs, and scratch my throat. I stand there, in the midst of such destruction. A lonely tear falls from my eyes, trailing down my cheek and reaching my dry lips. The salt, reminding me of the sea. Infront of me is the last straw. How can someone endure this? How could someone move past this? I fall to my knees, as my heart falters. I don't cry, only a single tear will represent my sadness, the heartbreak. I exhale, but no air comes out. No air is left in my lungs. As my knees dig into the earth and m...

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“To The River He Went ” by Molly Milsom

Submitted to Contest #261

Limbs flailed as the little boy desperately tried to keep his head above the water. The sand bank had dropped unexpectedly and now his non-existent swimming skills were the only thing keeping him from drowning. The little boy cried out, panicked. Water splashing into his eyes, burning. His arms slapping the water. “Help me!” He said, gargling water in the process. His heart was beating so fast in his chest, as if the organ was trying to keep the boy afloat itself. As if the heart was saying “Look here! If i beat fast enough perhaps...

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“Strawberry Twist” by Molly Milsom

Submitted to Contest #260

The sun beats down on me as I speed walk down the street. My hips swaying from side to side as my arms swing furiously backwards and forwards. My body trying to propel itself whilst always maintaining a foot on the ground. In my mind I chant “speed, power, strength" Every morning, I speed walk for two kilometres. “Speed, power, strength” That’s how I start my morning. A good note. A good way. I speed walk all the way to the newspaper agency where there I’ll pick up the piles of newspapers waiting at both the front an...

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Author bio

I am a 22 year old beginner in creative writing. I have always loved both reading and writing. I'm currently studying exercise and sports science/psychology in Australia. But I hope to do a creative writing course overseas once I finish my current degree.