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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021
Submitted to Contest #99
I was pissed. I turned away from Han and exhaled audibly. Great… four days into the life of our dreams and we were already arguing. While I stared out of the dusty window, watching the green forest leisurely passing by, I did not notice the whites of Han´s knuckles. Clutching the steering wheel, she tried to suppress a sob. *** The silence was unnerving. Tiff usually never stopped chattering. Never. In this ringing silence I was hyperaware of every clunking noise the cups in the back of the van made. We should secure them better, I thoug...
Submitted to Contest #98
I felt lost. The deafening wailing that announced the beginning of a new ride on the roller coaster, distorted voices shouting something I could not understand and loud music as thick in the air as a physical obstacle. Somebody took my hand, I was so dazzled I did not even look who it was. The mass of people, chatting, laughing, shouting, pushed me, somebody pulled me through the stream of bodies. Sometimes I succeeded in focusing on a face but I recognized no one. So I retreated further into myself from this sea of noise and strangers. I fo...
Submitted to Contest #88
Hugo listened and sighed. He listened closely; his breath was deep and slow, in the powerful rhythm of the waves of the evening sea rushing towards the stony shore. The diffuse twilight of an early spring evening made it hard to make out individual waves in the living breathing mass of the sea. A family with two small children was gathering up their toys, before they left accompanied by the fading light. A lonely hiker was urging his unwilling dog to jump into the car, parked nearby. Eventually, all the noise died away, the lights of the car...
Submitted to Contest #75
Nellie exchanged glances with Liam. “And before the New Year begins… we now solemnly renew our vow: We will never put yeast over friendship again.” The candles were lit, the mulled wine filled the room with its spicy aroma, the oven spread its heat throughout the entire room. Nellie led Liam through the kitchen, over the carpet, into the living room and back again in a wild attempt at a Tango. They were hard pressed to maintain their serious expressions under the amused look of Ann who was sitting on the couch, cuddled into her favorite bl...
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