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Myranda Marie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

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They Got What They Paid For

Submitted to Contest #304

It was rumored that renowned romance writer Nina Grant was not only emerging from her ten-year reclusive period but was planning to host writing seminars in her home. Aspiring authors waited with bated breath for any sign of confirmation. When a website link went live with the information, every young writer in the entirety of the New England area submitted their applications online; unsure if they were responding to a hoax or throwing their hats and hopes into the proverbial ring for a seat at Nina’s table; literally. The website for submi...

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I Wish Us A Stress Free Christmas

Submitted to Contest #281

“Deck the Halls and act so oddly; blah blah blah; blah blah blah blah. Tis the season for gifts unGodly, yada yada ya… yada ya ya ya.”Why do my stepfather’s unpleasantly peculiar parents insist on spending any money at all on the absolute worst Christmas gifts every damn year? Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not ungrateful, but truth be told, I’d rather they simply wish me a Merry Christmas and leave the child sized mittens at the store; I’m seventeen, not three. I suppose I shouldn’t complain, my three brothers have it so much worse. Michael, w...

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This Hallowed Night

Submitted to Contest #275

She made not a sound; still I immediately became acutely aware of her presence. The moonlight reflected in the chartreuse of her eyes, cast an illumination worthy of the candle lit Jack O’Lanterns adorning the front porch steps. All Hallows Eve; the veil continues to thin, having me believe she sauntered straight through without incident to be by my side. She tilts her head and sharply swishes her tail signaling for my undivided attention as she beckons me to the window, still silent, but with obvious intention. My instinct is to hold h...

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MINE

Submitted to Contest #269

Every time we’re in the same room, she stares at it as if it were a lone, lame gazelle and she, the lioness, starving, desperate, salivating, ready to attack. To say it’s unnerving is a gross understatement considering I can quite literally see her licking her lips, anticipating the devour. Years of staving off her acquisition attempts, both polite and nefarious, left me exhausted in her company. Oh, Auntie will you ever concede? Ten years of playing this game and still she persisted, always claiming to be the rightful heir to the, wait...

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He Should Have Read It

Submitted to Contest #261

Story contains foul language “Got a pen?” he asked, waving a blue spiral notebook just inches in front of my face. “On my desk.”  “Can you fucking get it?”  “You’re literally standing right next to it.”  Reluctantly, he picks up the pen and waves it at me as well. “Aren’t you going to ask why I fucking need it?”  “I’m assuming you have something to write down in your notebook.”  “Not a notebook, a fucking journal. The fucking stupid therapist is making me keep a gratitude journal for a week. You’re the writer in the...

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Blindsided

Submitted to Contest #259

This story contains sexual inferences.“I’m sorry Lyssa, your proposal was adorable just like you, but we’re looking for something with a little more, well, intrigue. We just think you’ve been playing it a tad too safe. Hey, good luck with everything, though. If you ever need a good reference, give me a ring, I’ll be happy to oblige.” “Wait! I hear what you’re saying Mr. Grayson. If you’d be willing to give me another shot, I’d love to work something up for you with more, what were you looking for; intrigue?” “Darlin’, I’m not certa...

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Enigmatic Eyes

Submitted to Contest #258

It could have been worse, things could always be worse, but this was pretty bad. So terrible in fact, she recognized her fate at the early age of ten and accepted it as her normal. Life was just that way for some, certainly for her. She longed for a safe place, even for a short time, somewhere she could go and not fear the world around her. She dreamed of a bed of her own, warm blankets and pretty new clothes; a hairbrush, a toothbrush and maybe some ribbons and one of those fancy hand mirrors, like princesses have in books. She daydreamed o...

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Mayor Michael Macbeth

Submitted to Contest #257

“Unrest, distress, disrespect and detest       The Sacrifice then Fallen Crest” “He will perish.”  “They will all perish if we don’t intervene. He must be placed in power to overcome the evil that already exists.” “Our powers of premonition and persuasion may not prevail. However, we have been left with no other choice. Now, stir, and say it with me, sisters.”  “Unrest, distress, disrespect and detest       The Sacrifice then Fallen Crest” “Who will deliver our mes...

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Bibliothecha Magicae

Submitted to Contest #251

“Alexa Claire Morrow! Aren’t you supposed to be reading?”A startled twelve-year-old Lexi nervously dropped her game controller to the floor and reached for the remote; hastily turning off the television. Busted. Lexi got up from the floor and sat on her bed. “Mom, I hate it when you use my full name. It makes me feel like I’m in trouble.”“You know you’re supposed to read a minimum of thirty minutes a day before you’re permitted to play video games. If you haven’t done so, which I suspect you haven’t, then you may just very well be in trouble...

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Cryptic Sister

Submitted to Contest #250

Sensitive subject matter. Indications of abduction and human trafficking. Before she could force her eyes to focus, Hallie sensed she was in a hospital, or at the very least, some type of medical facility. There was a strong scent of disinfectant and oddly enough faint notes of jasmine and vanilla. Perfume maybe, but who’s? Darkness was right in front of her, yet a bright light lived and breathed just a few feet away, providing Hallie with a strange sense of hope. Her arms and legs were weak, and a distinct pinching sensation in her left...

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Amelia Unseen

Submitted to Contest #249

“Hey handsome, does the Wurlitzer work?” Buck raised his eyes and continued drying glasses behind the bar. A woman in her early twenties he hadn’t seen before, was standing between the door and the jukebox. He smiled and shook his head. “It works fine.”“How about floating me a few quarters, won’t you? We could use a little pick me up in here, don’t ya think?” She looked around the little bar with a bit of disappointment in her eyes. Buck assumed she randomly stumbled into Kelly’s Pub on her way to a better invitation. She was trying too...

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The Wind in the Willows

Submitted to Contest #248

Lost in her thoughts, she sat all too long staring out of the bay window; her coffee turned cold, but she didn’t notice, nor did she care. Hours had gone by, staring, alone with the worst feeling she had ever known; was it grief? It hurt so deeply, she was certain there was not a word ever spoken or penned to describe it. Self-pity was a fairly foreign concept for her, yet somehow it felt acceptable and safe. Maybe she’d stay right here for a while, sad and confused; this was worse than grief, wasn’t it? Despair. No, not an effective de...

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A Tail of Two Cities

Submitted to Contest #248

The tiny suburban city of Branchberg had many appealing qualities, but a dog park, sadly, wasn’t included on that list. Still, Banshee’s favorite word was spoken at least twice a week, making her tail wag so hard, she’d often find herself wanting to chase it. PARK was only a ten-minute car ride away in the neighboring city of East Isle. Truth be told, the drive was just as much an adventure for the pretty fawn pitbull as the actual romping she’d be doing with her friends once they arrived. She hung her head out of the window and let her jowl...

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No Mere Mortal

Submitted to Contest #245

“The eclipse has come and gone, and I for one am so grateful.” “And why is that?” “People like me are often affected by celestial occurrences. This one was intense.” “How so?” “It started about a week ago; low energy and high anxiety battling for dominance. Have you ever wanted nothing more than to sleep, but couldn’t turn your thoughts off long enough to nod off? When I would finally pass out from sheer exhaustion, the vivid apocalyptic dreams would infiltrate like a jolt of frantic energy, causing me to awaken abruptly with no chance of fa...

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The Art of Painting with Magic

Submitted to Contest #239

“Thanks for meeting me for brunch. It’s been too long since we’ve been able to carve out some time for girl talk without life interrupting. I have really missed you.” “Oh, I have missed you too. How is it that we can be in the same room at least once a week and not have the chance to catch up?”“One word; husbands.” Shelly and Ellen shared a giggle over mimosa’s, eggs benedict, French toast and a myriad of other delectable indulgences they rarely afforded to themselves. Leaving their inhibitions and willpower at home was liberating....

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I feel like I have hit the big time ! Ordinary Heroes is available on Amazon !!!

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Literary Fiction: it could happen, but it probably didn’t. Hey, I’m Randi.

Myranda Marie is my alter ego, the one who creates people I want to know and places I want to go. I just found out that my first novel, Ordinary Heroes has a tentative release date of March 28, 2024! I’m super excited and equally nervous. I have just submitted my second manuscript, the sequel to Ordinary Heroes, titled Extraordinary Humans, and it has been accepted. If you have read any of my stories here, and like some of the recurring characters, they have likely originated from the books. I love writing; painting, cooking and anything that allows me to create something that does not yet exist.