Moon Mason

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Drachma Cove” by Moon Mason

Submitted to Contest #98

A catalyst. I remember how the water at the edge of Drachma Cove swirled with my movements. How the lily blossoms brushed against my fingertips as I sat on a rock peeking above the surface. My tail glimmered in the sunlight. The cerulean scales reflecting the glow. I waved it with fluid movements in and out of the tide. My mind was in a million places, and I needed stillness. Though nothing would ever be still because of the stream. The flow of water into the reservoir originates from the prolific pour of our waterfall. Then came the calls. ...

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“Strings” by Moon Mason

Submitted to Contest #94

TW: self-harm I breathe out. The words have escaped. I can let myself go. She may be hurting now, but I’ve been holding on by a thread and it’s begun to fray.     My face flushes red with anger. I can feel my blood start boiling. Balling my fists so hard that they pierce the skin on my palms. I stare into his eyes. For a second my mind goes blank and I’m no longer listening to the ever flowing stream of ignorance coming from his lips. “Hey! Are you listening to me?” I look at the floor racking my brain for any semblance of an answe...

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“Crimson Lace” by Moon Mason

Submitted to Contest #93

The champagne pops as the stream cascades down into the glass. The waitress turns the bottle and moves on to my friend. I feel trapped in my skin as the days events come to mind. Married. Tomorrow I will be married. A bride. Another fallen victim to the patriarchy, for tomorrow my husband will own me. At least he thinks he will. A hand waves across my face, trying to attract my attention, “Lucy! Hey,” My eyes dart over to hers. I look at her with wide eyes, as if I’ve just been awoken from a coma. She continues, “Lucy, I was just asking what...

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“Averna's Crown” by Moon Mason

Submitted to Contest #92

Averna falls atop a mountainous region. Waterfalls cascade down the chiseled cliffs. Misty forests line the walls of the country. The people worship their queen. She brought peace to this region years ago. Villages are scattered across the queendom, each with its own flag, and it’s own representatives. May suns bring flowers and greenery, but along with them... sorrow.  Amira falls ill. Averna’s fearless leader bed bound and broken. The doctor arrives in her chambers carrying a medical bag a heavy prognosis. He speaks, “My queen, I’m ...

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“Blood Stained Emeralds” by Moon Mason

Submitted to Contest #92

“Shit,” I yell. A bump in the road causes my coffee to spill over my legs. The burning is bad enough, not to mention that my favorite pair of pants is ruined with stains. I slam on the brakes in frustration. Normally this behavior would get me rear ended, but here in the middle of the woods, the only thing there is to hit are deer. I climb out of my truck and in a fit of anger, throw my mug to the ground smashing it. I rake the hair out of my face and hold my head in my hands. I let out a deep sigh. This trip has already been exhausting. I j...

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“Darkness and Deep Secrets” by Moon Mason

Submitted to Contest #91

They sat curled up in a corner, backpack at their side. Eyes shut as the last sliver of sun slipped below the horizon. The pages brushed their palm when the book shut softly. Ghost woke with a shove. Courtesy of the walking, talking, stereotypical football player, Travis Lockwood. Their book fell to the ground and they flashed him a frown. He returned it with squinted eyes. Yawning, Ghost said, "What do you want Travis?" They rubbed their back and noticed the indents from the bookshelf they had fell asleep against. Travis looked around a...

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“Fallout” by Moon Mason

Submitted to Contest #89

Day 1, March 12 The screams of innocent souls ring in my brain. The dust has yet to settle and the war has just begun. Grey concrete stained red beneath me. An hour after the blast and the shrieks have not subsided. My arms are weak, but I drag myself across the room. Towards my mom. Like me, she's sprawled out on the floor. When it happened the windows of the shop burst. Hot air blasted us backwards and off of our feet. We hit the ground. Hard. I heard her groan out in pain, but there was little I could do to help her. A moment after my he...

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Hey guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. Welcome to the inside of my vaguely twisted mind.