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Monica June

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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A Lonely Patch of Trees

Submitted to Contest #96

Vance had been to many towns in his life, but never one quite like this.  Everyone was nice, of course. He was a stranger to them but they treated him like one of their own. Unlike most places he’d visited, there was never a shortage of places to stay. Vance supposed that's why he’d been here longer, even if something about it there seemed off.  He’d been there for three weeks now, and the townsfolk decided that he should stay with a new family every week. So today, he was going to stay with an old widow named Mrs. Crawner. ...

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Come To Visit

Submitted to Contest #96

No one has stayed in my house for a long time. They used to come, back then. But now no one will even call anymore. I wish they would just stay for a couple of days, then they could see how I changed up the wallpaper in all the rooms. I switched the bedsheets, too. Now each room has a different sheet on it’s bed. I did that one day, just to switch it up. I rearranged the lamps, and hung up a different picture in each room. I redesigned until I realized that I had designed them by color. There was a blue room, a purple room, a green...

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It Gets Better

Submitted to Contest #95

TW: Mental health issuesIt reached a point where it probably wasn’t safe for me to be alone in my home with my often dangerous thoughts. The symptoms were bad, I admit. I couldn’t get out of bed, my focus was terrible, people had to repeat things to me when I bothered to communicate with other humans at all. Everything felt far away from me, like the world around me was in another dimension and I was just holed up in my own little bubble. All sounds would dim, and even my eyes would blur at the edges of my vision. I felt like a zom...

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Strings

Submitted to Contest #95

I’ve always been his puppet.  TW: kidnapping, suicide His tiny, porcelain doll; his perfect marionette. His strings attach to my every limb, my every joint, tying me to him.  Of course I’m not always bound. Only when he decides that he wants to play, and picks me up by the wooden controller that he designed specifically to fit his hand. He thinks that I don’t notice how he tosses me aside when he’s no longer interested. But I see it. I see it all.  For so long I’ve lived on his shelf. Tucked away and hidden from the world. I d...

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Black Barrel

Submitted to Contest #94

TW: goreBefore I begin my account of this story, you must know that I cannot be held accountable. My mind doesn’t work right, and I black-out. I don’t know what happens when I black-out, and sometimes I don’t even know that I’ve done it. I’ll just suddenly realize that I don’t know how I got to the other side of the room, or in the next room over, or sometimes in a completely new place.        As an example, I’ll tell you that one day, I was driving. I was just driving for hours on end until I suddenly...

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Colors

Submitted to Contest #93

I’ve always loved when the festival came to town. Ever since I was a girl, Mother and Father would let Nanny take me for just one day, and it’s always the best day of the year.  There’s something mystical about it. The whole scene is bright and exciting during the day and at night, the flickering candles and lanterns become hazy- almost dreamlike- against the dark of the sky. The festival has always felt like a dreamy light blue- which is why I chose that color dress to wear tonight.  Every year, I get to the fairgrounds as early...

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Lurking in the Dark

Submitted to Contest #92

Darkness alters perception.  Everything, after all, is more frightening in the dark.  The tree scraping against your window, the same one that you thought was pretty during the day, with its blushing pink blossoms, now looks sinister and sharp. It’s jagged edges knock lightly on your window, asking to come inside.  A coat you left hanging on the doorframe, you could swear just moved. Ever so slightly. Only an inch.  So when the power went off, shrouding the city in darkness, it altered our perception.  Everythin...

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Unwritten

Submitted to Contest #91

TW: violence I often wonder what books would say if they spoke.  I know that they could speak the words on their yellowed pages, but what if they had more to say? What if they could tell us of more than their printed texts, of what happened after the grand ending on their last pages?  Like many unmoving things, books see things that people do not. In this library, I know that some things have happened; things that people have not seen. At least, the ones that have seen didn’t live to tell about it. That girl in a puddle of her own ...

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How Things Ended

Submitted to Contest #89

It ended in silence, as most things do.  It all ended in the brutal, stifling nothingness, with no one there to bear witness. Not even the wind dared to howl, for it knew that there would be nothing left to hear it. Before, though, there was a gunshot. Ringing out in the cold stale air, the last thing that anyone ever heard.  The cries of that girl. A single girl, laying on the unknown remains of her childhood home, as she realized that she had lost everything she knew. The cries of the last girl on a dying world, her cries, kn...

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