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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021
Submitted to Contest #292
Stepping out onto the porch to light your third cigarette of the night, you notice the sky is the same color of their eyes the day they died. Your hands tremble cupping the lighter found in the car and your lip does that thing again.One.Two.Smoke blows out into the cold wind. You were really supposed to quit since your lungs never fully recovered from last year. Now you buy a pack on the way home.So you think: What now? Will I be able to buy cigarettes one day without weeping? How are we supposed to continue? How does anyone? I don’t know…I ...
Submitted to Contest #285
"Is Abigail nearby?”“No, she’s gone for work.”“Already?”“Yeah, she left here earlier than usual because she forgot her uniform at Toby’s.”“Did she admit that’s where she was at last night?’“No. She tried to deny it. But, I know. And...I think…she knows. Too. About—”“Last night?”“Yeah…Yeah.”“What did you say?”“I didn’t have to say anything. We’re twins. Our eyes see each other's hesitations mirroring back.“Poetic.”“Shut up.”“Mhm, but you’re the one giggling.”“Stop, I do not giggle. And you’re the one who said you liked how I sounded anyway.”“...
Submitted to Contest #284
It always seems to be that Nadine and I remember Mom's funeral very differently.I don't blame her--not really. Elena had been born that autumn,and although she was my sister’s second, she seemed to cause her just as muchanxiety as her first. So I don't blame Nadine because having a baby only acouple of months old when your mother passes is nothing to be envious of."Gabriela, I need a quick second. Take her?""Oh-"But against my breastbone was a child, and far away, I could hear the back door open. If I tried hard enough, I imagined I could he...
Shortlisted for Contest #176 ⭐️
I know he can always sense me nearby. If that was the last remaining work of Longwei or simply the fact that Ung had always been a little too smart for his own good, I did not know. I can say, though, that when he walks home from school alone and the ripples in the pond nearby shiver, he knows that I am flying fast, and I can say that when the branches shake above his head, he knows that I am flying free. And so what matters most is that Ung knows he is not lost because I am his echo. I am what comes after. I am the wind. I am his birdcall. ...
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