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Nancy Drayce

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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Lost in Time

Submitted to Contest #93

Present: I do not know what is worse, getting lost, or getting forgotten. I got both. My story lingers among the dimmed sky, forgotten and lost like I was once, and like I am now.  Past: July seventeen, ten pm. A seven-year-old boy. He was holding his mom’s hand. It was shaking. He believed it was because of the second cigar box she used that day. He was squeezing her left hand while she was holding the cigarette with her right. She held it between her lips, puffing the smoke she would suffocate herself with. Present: He took a puf...

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Roses of Love

Submitted to Contest #81

"I love you, and I shall always love you."She was saying while setting up the plates over the table. Transparent, like glass, plates, adorned with white ornaments - her favourite ones. She placed one napkin beside her plate, and one beside his.Almost everything was set. The warm and sweet scent of their favourite dish - creamy shrimp risotto with mascarpone - filled the room with a mellow feeling of nostalgia. A sweaty green bottle of wine sat on the table waiting to be poured into the crystal glass she took from the wooden cabinet in the di...

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Cold Hearts

Submitted to Contest #80

“My body felt numb. The dirt over my green uniform made me feel sick. The innocent people's blood, stained the piece of fabric the military granted me. Crest of freedom; Homeland crest; for me the betrayal of humans. Do I regret the day I accepted to wear that uniform as an honour? Yes. I should have fought and stood by my ideals, but I was weak. We were all weak for following the rules so blindly. Kill or be killed. Instead, there shouldn’t have never been that phrase. Don't go, don't fight, don't kill, and we would all live in pe...

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Apartment 34

Submitted to Contest #79

I don’t know who I am. I know my name, I know my age, the way to work, the way to my apartment, but I do not who I am. I was born alone. Physically with people around me, but with people I never knew, I’ve never met, talked with. I do not have a memory of a face that brought me into this world, who was fondling her stomach until the very moment I was born. Scars spread around my body, invisible, but not painless, pain me every time I try my hardest to bring the memory of the scent, touch, the feeling of that someone who was patiently waiting...

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Ruby's Secret

Submitted to Contest #78

I have a secret... After I tell you this story you’ll need to make a decision because I can’t... and I may disappear if you don’t. 26. 07. 2021.As I am writing this all I can think about is whether you’ll understand me or not because you are my only witness, you are the only one that can save me,... or not. I need to hurry, so I’ll start the story I need to tell before they come. Twenty-third of July, I was riding the bike along the coastline. The sun was bathing me with its beams; the warm wind was tangling my hair but I didn’t mi...

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White Memories

Submitted to Contest #77

Dread is crawling down my spine as my eyes are glued to the window. The last time I saw snow was when I died, sixteen years ago. Who would have thought, that such a mesmerising day would turn into the most agonising one of my life? Not me… I still, to this day remember how it felt; taking that cold and crisp breath for the last time. As the seconds were passing it was less and less cold, the warmth was taking over my body. It sounds strange I have to admit. Usually, as you are dying you would feel cold because the heart starts beating slower...

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10 Seconds

Submitted to Contest #76

10 seconds. Just enough time to take a breath, to fire a bullet, to make a decision, to die, to live, to exist... Life is just a pile of seconds. Emptiness. Untouchable and unreachable, but still there, the time. - Hm, how mysterious. - What, Melanie?- Something.Why are we so broken? So contained from being the humans, from being what we want to be? What made us be like this? To be silent, scared, nonexistent at times? I can’t seem to grasp the fact of being so stuck in the box made by humankind. We. We are the ones ...

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Lilith

Submitted to Contest #52

Do you want me to tell you a story about a girl who was captured? I bet your first thought was that she was chained or locked in some room, but no, she was trapped inside of her own mind.She was standing still. The blood was pounding in her ears so that every sound around her was muffled. She was barefoot; she could feel gooey and tick pound of liquid beneath her feet. A sound of a siren went off. The same sound was giving her a headache while the blood pounding hasn’t stopped. The taste of metal began pinching her tongue and palates. All th...

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Olive Green Eyes

Submitted to Contest #51

It has been three years since I last saw you. I can still feel you touching my skin like nobody ever could; making me disappear in the world with just you and me. With such care and love, you knew how to handle me when I would be at my worst points. Every word that I would say you would predict as if you knew me before I knew myself. I can still remember your smile; how could one forget such a beautiful smile? Your amber-coloured eyes still haunt me to this day. Your soft lips visit me in my dreams making me jealous that they are stolen from...

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The Glass Box

Submitted to Contest #50

The sound of birds caresses my ears; because of the same sound, my heart is bouncing at the same rhythm as the summer song of a free creature that admonishes me with its song. I'm sitting in a small mouldy room muffled with the dense thick canopy of the old oak tree. I wrapped my legs with my thin, pale arms that have very little strength in them. I closed my eyes to allow other senses to take over my body. The smell of sea salt is itching my nostrils while the sound of the waves of the same water is sinking me into deeper thoughts.I remembe...

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The End of Everything

Submitted to Contest #49

Here I am, at the very end of everything, patiently waiting for my turn. The door is there, closed; hiding the true colour of my destiny. Everything I have done in my life has been summoned here at this small dusty room with no windows and not much to do, except to sit and wait. She was clenching her jaw. She felt a burning sensation hovering through her body making her sweat; small drops of salty water were sliding down from her forehead. She was nervous. While kicking the floor with her unsteady leg she was looking at the clock. This ...

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The Killer from my Dream

Submitted to Contest #47

As you check your email, you notice a letter that makes you stop in your tracks. In the subject line, you read “I killed you. You are dead”. You stop and start thinking what the hell? You get away from the computer and go to the mirror near you. Everything is fine, you see your reflection. Who is that, and what does he want? You go back to your computer to see who send you the message and when. Unknown  I Killed you. You are Dead.     ####        &...

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