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Myranda Marie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

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Rags, Riches, Romance and a Reunion

Submitted to Contest #236

“Is a necktie necessary?” “Oh, no not at all. Comfort is essential when forced to attend an event you have no connection to other than being my loving, supportive plus one.” “Thank you, Babe. You know I hate them. I find it curious that such an uncomfortable adornment has stood the test of time, never eradicated by fashion trends or famous designers. Although they aren’t as often required, those torturous slivers of silk are always an acceptable symbol of distinction.” “You’re being rather dramatic, don’t you agree?”“Maybe, bu...

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Ethereal Expedition

Submitted to Contest #236

Semiramis waited patiently for her turn; after all there is no more virtuous being than a Guardian Angel, is there? She sat, hands folded, posture straight, luminating smile; all consistent with the proud feeling of being chosen. Pride, not as much a sin as it once was, considering it was perfectly acceptable and quite encouraged to take some pride in this type of work, God’s work. Oh, but the word still sat heavily with Semiramis as she searched for a more appropriate, holy, angelic descriptive, honor, yes honor. She was honored to be selec...

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No More Games of Run and Hide

Submitted to Contest #235

Susan shoved a second slice of buttered toast in her mouth as she searched for her running shoes. Boxes upon boxes which should have been clearly marked, announcing their contents somehow eluded that particular task. Never again will she move and think as she’s packing, “I’ll remember what’s in this box.",because she misplaced her marker for the fifth time that afternoon. Well, at least she was able to find the box containing the toaster, and more importantly, the coffee maker. Susan amused herself with thoughts of a new social media sensati...

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Dr. Davies, Delaney and Death

Submitted to Contest #234

contains adult languageAuthor's note: Read, "Della and Dr. Davies" for perspective.“You see, I don’t process death, at all. Honestly, I can’t comprehend any reason to do so, it’s inevitable, unstoppable and no matter how hard anyone tries, it cannot be defeated. Not even my second degree blackbelt can stop it with a palm-heel strike to the face, or a sidekick behind the knees. It can’t be knocked to the ground without the potential of getting back up again. It isn’t a worthy adversary, it’s a fucking ringer, strategically placed to win, no m...

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T'was Three Nights

Submitted to Contest #231

T’was three nights before New Years, and I decided it’s time to write my resolutions and this year make them rhyme. Is there a task so fulfilling, as that of resolve? The future’s so thrilling, my list I’ll evolve. Searching my mind, and the depths of my soul, to change for the better, this time, I know. The instantaneous edification washes over me, as I prepare to become self-aware, leaving behind 2023. I feel so empowered, so fresh and renewed, as I pen all my promises of goals to pursue. First, I will promise myself to take much bet...

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Della and Dr. Davies

Submitted to Contest #230

She should have been nervous, evaluating her first patient without supervision. It had been a long and laborious year, practicing under the tutelage of a mentor, working under a proverbial microscope. Considering her lack of experience, Doctor Lara Davies should have questioned why she was chosen to privately see this particular patient, hand-picked without any vetting or so much as a single reference. However, newly titled Dr. Davies never considered any notion other than accolades for her greatest achievement. Graduating third in her class...

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Thank you, Lyddie Loo

Submitted to Contest #222

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 wear, she never anticipated needing and truth be told, may never need again. Indulging in frivolous retail therapy and convinc...

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Phantom Farm

Submitted to Contest #221

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 the...

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Crystal Visions

Submitted to Contest #221

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, comforting ...

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Night Watch of the Night Watch

Submitted to Contest #219

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 shots...

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Blind Justice

Submitted to Contest #218

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 intentionally taunte...

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GiGi Doesn't Live Here Anymore

Submitted to Contest #217

“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 despite her best efforts to hurry his progress, his...

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Nate's Fate

Submitted to Contest #216

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 possibly threaten their lives. “We got lucky today.” Carter admitted. TC agreed, “I have complete faith in ou...

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The Art of Life and Brew

Submitted to Contest #216

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 down the driveway, Livvie imagined the off-key bellowing chorus, singing out her name in unison. She sighed and adjusted her sa...

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Soul City

Submitted to Contest #213

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. She felt the sting of her tears as she fed half of a cookie to her best friend and her reason for living, Maisie. A gratefu...

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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.