Nick L.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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4 Stories

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“Mr. Atkinson ” by Nick L.

Submitted to Contest #82

“Stare at him for a while and you’ll see it, I swear to God…” I recall these joking words from earlier, from a chaotic lunchtime with my sister, her friends, and a couple other upper-classmen, all spinning yarns about the odd, creepy, perverted, or occasionally interesting teachers and members of the administrative staff that haunted the high school. It was always something of a treat to hear these older students share their stories and opinions on classes and teachers, because it gave me the chance to analyze which hallways I should avoid,...

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“A Letter To Those Not Invited To My Wedding ” by Nick L.

Submitted to Contest #79

A Letter To Those Not Invited To My Wedding  The first emotion I intend to incite is jealousy. If it can even be called an emotion, I don’t know, I don’t think it is...whatever, I couldn’t care less. These years on the road have taught me greater things than etymology. I’m saying here, now, between testing suits at a shop in Auckland, that my wedding is coming up, and it’s going to be awesome. Those years which I spent locked in my room, shitting and pissing on my own carpet, praying, literally cutting myself, and eventually writing....

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“Heavy Pink Sheets” by Nick L.

Submitted to Contest #43

She loved her daughter. Of course, most mothers did, but Ellie loved Maria especially. More than most mothers. Each night, they’d sit by the crackling fire burning in a loose wire cage, curled under a blanket made of silk strands, their backs pressing the hardwood floors. Always after some sort of delightful dinner prepared by Ellie from the plants in the fields and gardens that Maria gathered. They would sit as the night fell, talking about dreams of traveling around the world, colorful new things they could do with the farm animals, painti...

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“Peanut Butter Road” by Nick L.

Submitted to Contest #42

______   Mutually, over the weeks, everyone seemed to have agreed that if they simply didn’t discuss it, it would never come.  But it did. Those clouds and the ticking clock, the hot stars sputtering to life with the gusto of a thousand old Harleys. That day, late January, when our time was finally up. Here it was: the epilogue of humanity. The final hours dwindle into hazy sundown, the sky turning to a nihilistic set of drapes, twisting and twirling. What will happen to it tomorrow? I wonder childishly if the gasses will just sepa...

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Author bio

i'm 16, i like music and writing. i love being here because i love seeing other writers in action. i am in this community to be inspired and (hopefully) inspire myself.