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Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020
Submitted to Contest #83
Down by the water, The spirits wait. Hoping to catch you Pondering your fate. Deidre hummed as she gathered laundry from the clothesline. Tossing a rather large sheet into the basket, she let out a shriek as her baby brother toddled towards the river. “Eamon, get back here!” She sprinted towards the baby as he drew closer and closer to the edge, seemingly hypnotized by something in the water. Scooping him up just in the nick of time, Deidre let out a huge sigh as her...
Submitted to Contest #80
“They’ve began to take over. Do not approach them. It is unsure whether or not they pose a threat to us currently. A nationwide quarantine is to take effect by tomorrow morning. Board your windows. Lock your doors. Stay safe. In other news, people have begun to disappear from their homes. Mostly children between the ages of two and ten. They have been seen walking with two of these creatures towards the woods. None of the thirteen missing children have been recovered as of yet. If you have any information ...
Submitted to Contest #77
Faye stared at the suitcases lined up by the door and avoided the glares of the other two girls just steps away from her. Snow had blocked the door completely, leaving them trapped together in Faye’s cabin, a secluded place that had pretty much no modern commodities. “This was supposed to be a one day trip, Faye! Did you even think to check the weather report?” Della shrieked. Faye clenched her fists. &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #70
A crash. That was all it took for Maisie’s life to completely flip around. Everything had seemed to move in slow motion as her mother’s priceless Ming vase tumbled to the floor and shattered to bits. There was not a sound in the house except for the deafening shattering of that vase. Any other vase breaking would warrant an immediate apology, but would ultimately be swept up and forgotten about. This vase was different. Maisie knew her mother would kill her if she came home to see her most prized possession in ruins. Alex on the other hand s...
Submitted to Contest #68
Colors burst across the sky as the sun began to awaken. Pinks, reds, oranges. It was beautiful. Inhaling deeply, I took in the scent of fir trees and the river. It smelled absolutely amazing. I looked over at Macy and scanned her face. She was perched next to me, a look of intense concentration on her face. Following her gaze, I looked out at the forest below and spotted a bear fishing in the river. It had in its mouth a fairly large salmon and by its side another bear had its paws in the river. They grabb...
Submitted to Contest #66
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” The only response Marcus got was a chuckle. Rolling his eyes, he went back to working his personal project: a magnificent robot that would surely win the leaders’ approval. “I’m honestly surprised you aren’t more worried about her, M. You know she’s just below the cutoff,” The girl next to him said. Marcus just snorted. &n...
Submitted to Contest #64
Gothic architecture had always been an interest of Darcy’s. She absolutely loved the ominous, deserted feeling one got from such a lovely home. The arches were her favorite though. Something about them seemed to absorb her attention. This was how Darcy found herself staring up at the Gothic mansion she had found in the middle of the woods. You see, mansions were quite a common sight for her (she lived in one), but this one was out in the middle of nowhere. The only reason she had ventured this far into the...
Submitted to Contest #62
The clock ticked as Bella tapped her pen on her desk. Only seconds till she could go home. Ten. Click. Nine. Click. Eight. Click. Seven. Click. Six. Click. Five. Click. Four. Click. Three. Click. Two. Click. One. The pen fell out of Bella’s hand and a bell rang from somewhere in the building. Thirty-six students got up simultaneously and ran out the door. Bella leaned over to grab her pen and slowly got up. Throwing a half-hearted wave over her shoulder to the teacher, she rushed outside to join her friend...
Submitted to Contest #61
Wandering through the streets was always annoying for Alekya. The city with all its bright lights and flashy billboards was a huge change from the quiet country life that she was used to. In the country, everyone knew everyone and there was a sense of family, but here people glared at you just for breathing their air. The anonymity of the people on the streets upset her, but no one would stop and talk. Everyone was always in too much of a hurry for even a simple good morning. Alekya would not even be in th...
Submitted to Contest #60
Zombies. Jessie hated apocalyptic novels because they were always the same. It was always zombie virus this, infection that. The novels had bored her to no end before The Event. Now, she just wished she could go back to the normal world with zombies that were only present in stories. The Event was the zombie outbreak, but no one wanted to talk about it. It was given a neutral nickname and then speaking of it was forbidden. At first, The Event did not seem overly terrifying. Scientists had found a new speci...
Submitted to Contest #59
Music blasted from Zilla’s headphones, drowning out the busy city noises. The bus stop was full of a variety of people and there was no shortage passing her on the street either. People constantly passed her by as she continued to wait for the bus. The sun had set and the sky was black. Only a single star could be seen in the night sky, the rest constantly hidden by light pollution. Zilla focused on that single star. It looked out of place. Alone. The bus was already an hour late and many of the people sta...
Brettonsville was a small town that never had anything new. It was tightly wrapped in its blanket of familiarity and all of its residents planned for it to stay that way. They dressed modestly, went to school from eight till four, and ate dinner every day at exactly seven p.m. Nothing interrupted the schedule until Cordelia. Cordelia was a wrench thrown into the town’s perfect gears. Her long blonde curls were a mess and her dress was too short to be proper for a young lady of her age. She came into town one evening on the back of a beautifu...
Submitted to Contest #58
3… 2… 1… Chaos ensued as the lights flickered and then completely went out. Teachers were shushing students and yelling at them to stay where they were. Students payed no mind to these words and instead took off running towards the only light in the auditorium, a little flashing red dot that signaled where the light switch was. Richard was the first one to reach it. He flipped it up and down several times, but nothing happened. Not even the slightest flicker of light came back. &nb...
Submitted to Contest #55
Hush “Can you keep a secret?” Mark’s day had started off with this odd question from a girl he did not know. The girl had come up to him while he was shopping, tugged on his hand, and then frightened him to death with this whispered question. She had disappeared just as fast as she appeared and when he asked the people around them, nobody had seen the little girl. Mark was sitting on his bed contemplating this. Nothing he came up with seemed to be the proper explanation for ...
Submitted to Contest #53
It was disgustingly hot today. A day where you cannot stop sweating and everyone sits in their houses with the air conditioning on. Of course today was the day my AC stopped working. It had been sputtering lately, but I figured it was just me hearing things. Imagine my despair when it stalled in one hundred fifteen degree weather. So I started doing what anyone else would do in this situation, laying on the porch wailing while gnats fought each other to try to get into my nose and eyes. As I sneezed out ten of those annoying little bugs f...
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