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Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020
Submitted to Contest #52
Every year one person was sent to the moon. No one knew why this tradition had lasted so long, the story was lost in history, but they continued to do so every year. The person was chosen randomly, so no one fought that it was not fair. The Picking took place every tenth month of the year of the first day. The person was shipped off on a rocket exactly one week from then. The Picking was always a very stressful time for everyone. Not much work was completed during that time, but that was okay. The Leaders gave everyone the week off, so that ...
Reena frowned as she looked out of the huge glass window of the supermarket. Her car had stalled in the middle of a huge snowstorm and refused to start back up. The closest building was this old Granny's Market. The neon sign out front had said open, but Reena could not find another soul in the building. She tore her eyes away from the snow and turned towards the aisles. Granny’s Market was just like every other supermarket Reena had seen in the city. The only difference was it was in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing for miles in eve...
Submitted to Contest #43
The Music Box I rummaged around the box that grandma had given me. She had said that these were all things that she had wanted to pass on to her children, but she had no daughters. I was the obvious choice, the only female grandchild she had. Most of the stuff was boring. There was an old, musty dress with small holes in it. It was ugly and I made a silent vow to myself that if grandma wanted me to try it on it would get “lost”. A couple various trinkets were buried in between different items. I counted ten of these small treasures. There we...
Submitted to Contest #42
My Dragon, My Tower, My Home I stay in this tower so I do not hurt the others. This tower is my home. It has been for as long as I can remember. Countless princes, knights, and peasants have come by searching for a supposed dragon and the beautiful girl in the tower. I tell them I do not want to leave when they promise me riches beyond compare or a nice life as a housewife. No is always my answer, but not everyone listens. Many have died trying to forcefully take me. That is al...
Tears No one ever really knows when they are going to die. With the new technological advancements, it is easier to predict and prevent, but there was one group of people whom the machines could not Read. Many inventors have pored over books and tinkered with them, but no one could come up with anything. Mae was one of the Accidents, as they were called, an unrelated group of people whom the machines could not Read. Engineers, doctors, inventors, and many more were called in to...
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