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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019
Submitted to Contest #234
I have five minutes. Just five minutes. Two to find what I need, two to ring up at self checkout. And one as a buffer. That’s enough time, right? I turn a corner. Blood. It was actively dripping as she held her hand tightly to her stomach. Active shooter? And were they still active or had they already left? The other question was would she live without some hospitable interference from every member of the audience. I’m sorry, but I just don’t have the time for it right now. And besides, I’m not medically certified in anything at ...
Submitted to Contest #217
Small forest amphibians struggled for air in the thick mucus-like bubbles coming up from acres of a dreadful mire. When these bubbles popped, they released an earthly stench so disturbing, that even those creatures which had somehow made it to the shore of some solid surface, perished at the first inhale of such a wretched release. The lives of these many mangled innocent were gnawed on slowly and sadly by birds with heavy beaks and black, greasy feathers. The sheen of their dark coats shone a dark blue where it was greasiest, and reflected ...
Submitted to Contest #16
The sign says “Don’t Go Into the Woods”. Some certain types of events happened in these woods a very long time ago. The rumors of which created such nicks in the frame of the story that a legend emerged from the base. The legend is also very, very old. Sarah had heard of the legend, but hadn’t paid attention. Somehow living here her whole life didn’t automatically qualify for that knowledge. Anyway, it was more of a popular story with the older generation…. …Sarah slowly walked past the area on her way back from school, and through the wood ...
Submitted to Contest #15
I start at three, but I get in at two-fifty-five. There are a few reasons for this: time to check the mirror for any plaque-y stragglers swimming between the front-facing teeth; check my hair; pee for the fourth time in the last two hours. Check my hair again. Back up and give the whole figure a once-over: yup, still got it. The mirror doesn’t lie, and the wall-installed garbage bin is filled to overflow with used hand towels and fountain drink empties and stolen goods, reminding me where I am and why it doesn’t actually matter how I look. F...
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