Nic Siemer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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4 Stories

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“Our Own Moments ” by Nic Siemer

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” I jump, the instant presence of another knocking all thoughts straight out of my mind. I’m left staring down at a half written word, a half written story.  “Damn it, J, can’t you save your outbursts for some other time? Maybe for when I’m not in the middle of concocting the soon-to-be biggest plot twist of all time?” I drop the pen with a sigh and sip from my cooling mug of coffee as he slides into the chair across from me. “Sorry, babe. It wasn’t clear what you were up to.” My eyes roll as he waves over the...

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“Not Quite Reaching Him ” by Nic Siemer

Submitted to Contest #53

“Well, fuck.” The words shock the air with an icy current. My limbs freeze, sponge in hand, pan in the other. A sigh. It brings a calm in a short wave. One that beckons me to lower the objects and slowly turn, words of warning slipping from my being. He sits, innocently, popsicle in hand, a trail of orange goodness slipping down his forearm. His eyebrows narrow in confusion, my words not quite reaching him over the sound of running water.  “I said, don’t use that language, please.” He hears me this time. His tiny body jolts as he swin...

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“The Only Constant” by Nic Siemer

Submitted to Contest #51

They’re comforting. The stars. The fact that there are at least a hundred thousand million out there, and they each hold their own unique beauty. A beauty many overlook. We go about our days thinking only about the things we’re forced to, forgetting there are so many other things that are much more worth our time and thoughts.  That’s why I lay here every night, no matter the weather, gazing up at the dazzling beauty that is our universe. Even when clouds plague the sky and not a single star is visible, I lay here. I lay here to remind...

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“That One Lonely Soul” by Nic Siemer

Submitted to Contest #50

It’s all I can do to stay sane. The corner is dark, inviting on nights like these. The bar crawls with people of all different shapes, sizes, and backgrounds. The open floor throbs with bodies swaying to music. It’s spacious but crowded. Full of heat, sweat, pain, magic. I can pick out a few too young to be drinking, staggering on heels too high. I always wonder how they manage. Their souls are new, too full of life to be lurking in bars crawling with souls feeding off those much younger than them. My corner is always cozy, safe from all. Es...

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Author bio

Hi all! I'm a writer, reader, musician, artist. I really just love all the arts. I'm here in hopes of bettering my writing. I'm hoping one day soon to get inspiration from something here or in the world to begin a novel of some sort. Please feel free to give me feedback! I would love to hear all the good and bad anyone has to say about my writing; it's the only way I'll ever grow.