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N M

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2024

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What the Glass Holds

N M

Submitted to Contest #317

There—across the street under that green awning, wrestling with his umbrella—him.Elara's coffee cup shatters against the café floor. The sound cuts through morning conversations like a blade—sharp crack, then the scatter-rain of porcelain against tile. Each white fragment catches fluorescent light like broken teeth. Steam rises from bitter dregs pooling around her feet, the coffee dark and spreading.The barista glances up—concern creasing her young face, that practiced sympathy of someone who's swept up a thousand small disasters. The busine...

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The Fraud Was the Hiding

N M

Submitted to Contest #316

The mahogany desk stretched before him. A continent. An ocean of polished wood grain.Senator Alistair Finch adjusted his tie. The same precise gesture. Every morning. Thirty years of mornings. His voice emerged in measured cadences, each word calibrated for maximum gravitas.“A nation's budget is not merely a ledger of accounts.” The words echoed back to him, hollow in the paneled chamber. “It is a moral document.”Rehearsal. Always rehearsal. The Commerce Committee would hear these words in three hours. They would nod. They would approve. The...

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Step into Silence

N M

Shortlisted for Contest #304 ⭐️

Quiet.That was the only rule at The Hollow Pines Writing Retreat. No talking, no phones, no unnecessary noise. Just ink, silence, and the slow unraveling of the self.Margot Eaves had chosen the rules — not out of cruelty, but out of necessity. Words, when spoken, had always seemed slippery to her. Too quick. Too loud. Too dangerous. But words written? Contained in margins, confined in paper and punctuation — those, she trusted.The Hollow Pines cabin stood like a secret in the Vermont woods, far from the cities where dreams were pitched and c...

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The Ghost of Hope

N M

In the dark house, where loud laughter once echoed, there was now only silence. For many years, he had felt the emptiness gradually fill each room. On the table lay photographs of him and his son, taken when they were still together, before distance became inevitable. The evening cold seeped through the old windows, though there was not even any rain outside — only a dark sky and a dim moon hanging over the city. His gaze fell on the bulky clock in the corner — it had never been to his liking, and it was as old as the house itself, yet every...

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