Myranda Marie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

Stories (23)

23 Stories

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“Thank you, Lyddie Loo ” by Myranda Marie

An early winter chill infiltrated the otherwise mild weathered town of Seaview, catching the residents and University students completely off-guard. Overnight packages from popular online shopping venues, containing sweaters, coats, hats and gloves dotted every front porch for miles, including that of college senior, Lydia Wyatt. Grateful for overnight delivery, Lydia spared little expense as she stocked up on winter we...

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“Phantom Farm” by Myranda Marie

Norma peered out from behind the antique lace curtains, brittle and yellowed with age and nicotine residue. She suddenly wished she would have paid more attention to the upkeep on the second floor of the old farmhouse, silently fussing over the grimy windows, well-worn panels and dust covered sills. No one spent much time in those modest rooms, used primarily for storage over the past ten years or so; not since her nieces and nephew moved to the west coast and stopped spending summers and holidays on the farm. Now, the tiny space will be ...

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“Crystal Visions” by Myranda Marie

I always wondered why people say, “you can’t go home again.” , when I have quite literally flown from Florida back to New Jersey every October for the past ten years. Home. Right? Oh, I do believe I just epiphanized the meaning. Home is never the same after you leave. Everything changes, sometimes evolving, often devolving, but surely altering continually whether we like it or not. Home became a place that held memories of a time when home meant so much more than an address. Still, the friends I left behind were always welcoming,...

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“Night Watch of the Night Watch” by Myranda Marie

It was only his third shift working nights as a security officer in The Astrid apartment building downtown. For all intent and purpose, it was a cake job with little concern for imposition. By day he worked as a tech analyst which was considerably more fulfilling and held esteem among his family and peers. However, twenty-eight-year-old Grayson Morgan was recently informed of his completely unexpected and somewhat undesired pending paternal status resulting in his desperation for more money. Damn his lack of impulse control after a few sh...

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“Blind Justice” by Myranda Marie

Eyes covered, wrists bound, Delaney was guided from the back of some sort of utility vehicle, down eleven steps and into a room empty enough to create an echo. No light penetrated her blindfold and the air thick with mildew and grime stifled her lungs and forced a gag from her throat."I’m guessing one of you borrowed your brother-in-law Bob's handyman van for this little caper; am I right? Your transport of choice stank like body odor, sawdust and paint thinner. What kind of henchmen are you anyway?” Agent Delaney Keenan...

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“GiGi Doesn't Live Here Anymore” by Myranda Marie

“Let’s go! I want to be there before your aunt and cousin arrive. You know how she is, and frankly I have enough to contend with right now. I do not need her baseless judgements.” Thirteen-year-old Philip Martin continued to pack his overnight bag without acknowledging his mother’s vociferous command. He shook his head and thought to himself, “yelling like that isn’t going to motivate me to fold any faster; these things take time.”  Philip wasn’t intentionally being difficult, and desp...

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“Nate's Fate” by Myranda Marie

The lobby of the Cooke building in downtown Manhattan was brimming with shoppers and enthusiasts as if nothing nefarious had ever transpired. Carter and TC marveled at the bustling crowds, smiling faces and overall holiday spirit in the security monitors. Nate’s quick thinking and selflessness kept hundreds of holiday shoppers from ever knowing the evil that just hours ago threatened to devastate their Christmas and pos...

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“The Art of Life and Brew” by Myranda Marie

Livvie slipped out of her overly crowded, and exceptionally loud house unnoticed in search of a few hours of peace; timing her stealthy exit perfectly. She would be missed when one of their weekend guests needed clean towels, or desired something from the grocery store that her mother hadn’t already thought to stock, but they would have to fend for themselves now, wouldn’t they? As she hurried out the front door and dow...

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“Soul City” by Myranda Marie

It was mid-November, and she remembered it was her birthday. Well, it might be, she wasn’t sure. There would be no party, no gifts, nary a celebratory gesture from anyone; after all she was alone, with one exception. She pulled the tiny satchel from under her tattered jacket and reached inside. She was sure there were a few cookies left in the package from yesterday. It wasn’t much but it would sustain them until later....

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“GodInHeaven@gmail.com” by Myranda Marie

Dear God,  Forgive me, but I’m new at this. Well, I’m not a new believer, but I’m not used to praying this way. However, the traditional methods of praying aren’t as effective as I had hoped, and my words flow more eloquently from my hands rather than from my throat. Of the many gifts given, I must confess, my written expression has ever been my most coveted. I pray you feel the same and read with equal intention...

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“Do Aliens Like Cake?” by Myranda Marie

Expecting to find a typical lecture hall beyond the door to her next class, Leah was disappointed to see a half empty classroom that at capacity wouldn’t accommodate more than twenty students. It was the equivalent of a poorly renovated storage closet or boiler room often depicted in comedy movies featuring delinquent student hijinks. She shrugged and made her way to an empty desk among eight other nondescript college...

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“Last EX-it” by Myranda Marie

“Please tell me you haven’t left for the weekend yet!” Zoey instantly dreaded answering her phone. The desperation in her sister’s voice made her stomach turn and mind wander into the danger zone. This was going to cost her something; money, time, or worse, her dignity. “Nope, still in the driveway.” she responded reluctantly, placing her bags in the trunk and slamming it closed. Zoey was completely desensitized when it came to her sister Bryn’s propensity for drama and began to imagine possible scenarios before Bry...

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“Butterfly” by Myranda Marie

No full moon tonight, no dancing naked or any other magical cliche from a pop culture movie or book series. She was serious, digging deep into her psyche for answers, or at the very least, divine guidance. Admittedly, it had been some time since she called upon her ensorcelled inheritance, but her autopilot seemed to be malfunctioning. She knew it was time to invoke celestial assistance.  At one time, a...

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“Comfort and Joy” by Myranda Marie

I reluctantly opened my eyes, acutely aware that I had fallen asleep in the recliner and as a result, the urgent jog to the bathroom would be less than easy. The house was darker than usual, and I immediately suspected a storm rapidly approaching causing the cloud cover to block out the southern summer sun. Awkwardly, I trotted down the hall, my aching hips and lower back reminding of my bedtime faux pas with every att...

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“I'll Always Pick Up the Phone for You” by Myranda Marie

“I’m sorry to call so late, I really need to talk.”  “Never apologize. You know I’ll always answer the phone for you. What’s up?” “It’s my daughter. She has the absolute worst judgment when it comes to choosing friends. You know her “bestie”, you’ve met her. She’s nothing but trouble and I have had enough.” “I have met her and…” “My daughter is nothing more ...

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Author bio

"Writing fiction, whether a short story or full novel, allows for an opportunity to create a world far superior to actual day to day reality. As I write, I can manifest the magic, miracles and joy often overlooked as we navigate and accept the mundane". ... Myranda Marie Randi Dalfonzo prefers to write under the name Myranda Marie to avoid being once again mistaken for a guy. She lives with her husband, son, dog and two cats in Central Florida, but is originally from New Jersey, which explains the evident attitude is some of her work. Writing has been her passion since the early 1980’s when she became a prolific poetry writer specializing in dramatic teen angst; well at least they rhymed. Now older and hopefully wiser, Randi has submitted her first novel to publish and devotes her days to her family, cooking, painting and of course writing. Her greatest dream is for people to read and love her work, and hopefully get a shot at turning her novels into mini-series' or movies. Her first piece, Ordinary Heroes, currently poised for publication will soon be followed by its sequel, Extraordinary Humans. Her third novel in progress, Away with the Fae is an otherworldly contrast to her first works with characters that are far from ordinary.