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Submitted to Contest #75
Mavery Aston sighed weakly as the door pushed open. It had always been a New Years' Resolution, and yet, she hadn't finished it yet. Today though, she was going to skip the party and complete her book.Her husband, Adryan leant against the wall, staring at Mavery with raised eyebrows. "Aren't you pushing yourself too much, dear?"Mavery glared at Adryan. "No, no! I'm not! My goal was to publish a book. It was my resolution ten months ago! We're almost finished with a year, and I'm not done yet!" she yelled, hysterically, her face, flushed, and...
Submitted to Contest #74
Trigger warning: Includes things like death, sicknesses and lots of crying and depression. If you're sensitive to stuff like this, please don't read this. :)Ten things Toby, a lone survivor of the fire could remember that day. Only ten things.OneBrowniesHis mother's famous brownies whirled through the air. Toby flipped through an old recipe book, smoothening out the yellowed pages. "You're making brownies again?"She smiled sadly. "That's what I do when I'm stressed." she sighed, dropping the wooden spoon onto the table and fingering her wrin...
Submitted to Contest #73
The house swarmed of turbulent chattering and elevated guests. Men raised their glasses with shimmering red wine, and women gossiped eagerly in the parlour. Mrs Hopp, a middle-aged woman, stood with the guests hesitantly, thanking everyone expectantly and clasping about a dozen gifts. "A very happy birthday to you, Kiera." a hoarse voice echoed into the vibrant blaring of the chattering of guests.Mrs Hopp looked up, astonished. She deposited the gleamingly wrapped presents near the Christmas tree. "Mia. It's been so long." she smiled wistful...
Submitted to Contest #72
The museum was loaded with swarming, lively tourists. A group of Russians yapped amiably as they pointed to a glimmering diamond balanced inside a glass cage carefully. Guards cocked proudly at the front of the glass. A name was etched into a hefty label nearby, bearing, fair letters. "The Hope Diamond".A red-haired, stout man leant casually on the railings of the museum. He punched a couple of numbers into his Blackberry. A bronze watch shimmered on his hairy wrists, as he limped realistically away, eyeing the crowd slowly. A group of kids,...
Submitted to Contest #62
Authors Note: Hi everyone! I finally got a story out on Reedsy despite the assignments that were crammed and stacked onto my head! This is a sequel to "Grandpa Laurence", my previous story on Reedsy. Enjoy!Grandma Lolla took a shuddery and shaky breath as she placed a sealed envelope into the capsule, inhaling nervously. She held her back, groaned weakly and pushed the spade into the ground. She covered the fresh soil over the shiny capsule and sighed. Beatrix would soon understand the meaning of this.It had been five days. Five days, since ...
Submitted to Contest #55
Beatrix is in the front seat of her mother's car, chewing gum and scrolling on Instagram posts.She hesitates for a moment before sinking her phone into her pocket and leaning in, "Mum, why are we going to Grandma's house?"Mrs Lemons sighs and glares at Beatrix in the side-view mirror. "I told you already Bee, I have a conference I can't cancel so you're staying over at Grandma's.""But it's going to be boring!" she moans.Mrs Lemons shrugs grimly. "You can play a board game with Grandma." she shrugs as she parks the car into Grandma's driveway...
Submitted to Contest #51
"Tell us another one, Mama!" Mia, Mrs Ryder's youngest daughter urged."Yeah!" Sarah joined. "I love your stories! They're really magical!" she squealed.Mama tutted. "Girls, you have school tomorrow, one story is enough.""Please, it doesn't have to be about fairytales. It can be about...about, your village life when you were a kid!" Sarah cried, her eyes glinting.Mrs Ryder turned ghastly and pale. "Who told you that I lived in a village?" she choked.Sarah shrugged merely. "I heard you and Papa talk in the room."Mama stood up abruptly. "S...
Submitted to Contest #50
I grab my files from the locker and slam it shut. I am getting late for History class and Mrs Santos is a nightmare if you come late to class.I wipe the sweat glistening on my forehead, and hasten up my pace."Cassandra! I was just looking for you. May I have a word?"I look up tensely, hoping it's not Mrs Santos. But it's not. It's my sixth-grade teacher from last year, Ms Malory. "Ms Malory!" I gasp.She smiles and pats my hand. "Would your teacher mind if I took you for a minute?""Um...sure?" I manage a fake smile as the teacher steers me aw...
Submitted to Contest #48
Stephanie grinned at her brother. "You're not even half close to doing it," she smirked. Matt whined. "How do you do that? I wanna learn how to wear a cape like that too!" he wailed. Stephanie shrugged. "I learned myself, Matt. If you really want to know where I learned how to do it, it's in my favourite superhero comic, Batman." she batted her eyelashes dreamily. Matt rolled his eyes dramatically, "You and your romantic Batman. I don't want to read your stupid comics. They don't even make sense." he poohed, fluttering his pink tongue ...
They were in Zack's neighbourhood, taking a stroll. Not many people were about. A beefy man with muscular arms had passed them thrice, a thin, lanky woman had been around with a poodle once and two teenage boys had goofed around before heading home. Scott, August and Zack were walking slowly, chatting and goofing about. Subject changed from being how horrible canteen food was to hide and seek. "Who's better at hiding?" Scott suddenly asked. "Probably, you. You've got good hiding places." August pointed at Scott. "I bet I could hid...
Submitted to Contest #43
Trees swayed and bounced happily between blasts of wind and leaves swept off pavements. Rain showers drenched the roads and dribbled down muddy and slippery doorsteps. Thunder knocked down in rage and strips of lighting could be witnessed. Droplets streaked down the windowsill of Number forty-four Cherry Lane. Harley stared at the droplets, before stretching and yawning. She sighed, at the driveway in front of the house porch. Her mother's flight was due to arrive in a few more hours from now. She leaned on her bed, closing her eye...
Submitted to Contest #41
I wiped the accusing froth of spilt, chocolate brown deep shade of coffee leaked drastically off the marble tiled floor. Mum sighed and glared at me. "Savannah, you're not going to Grandma's house until you're done." she lectured me, her slender, knobbly hands planted over the ends of her hip.I rolled my eyes dramatically. "Remind me again. Why are we going there?"Mum clicked her tongue, sighing in total exasperation and frustration. "Oh god Savannah. When Aunt Kenzie says it's a secret, its a secret. She wants you to find out when you get t...
Submitted to Contest #38
I had practically nothing to do. I watched the rain pour down dreamily and heavily down the roads and the pavements. It was gloomy and tiring. Besides watching all the movies (plus episodes) on Netflix, reading all the books off my bookshelf, spying on my boring neigbours, watching my brother play boring video games and observing my mum sort out files and documents for her office the next day, I was looking for something else to do. I scrolled through all the Netflix movies, hoping to find a new I dragged my feet up to the last floor, hoping...
Submitted to Contest #37
I was an artist. Just a twenty year old, I couldn't do much but spend most of my time out in the wary old sun, speckling my brush with blots of coloured paint. I was different from both my parents, however. My father was the rare one with tanned brown hair with streaks of deep, glinting black. My mother had a pure chocolate river that cascaded beautifully down her back. I, however, had blonde strips with brown.I had always wondered where that blonde had come from. My mother used to tell me that it probably was a mixture of brown and black. I...
Submitted to Contest #36
Dear Diary, FridayToday we had boring school again. But guess what!!!! Mum just told us that we were planning to visit Aunt Lynn in Spain! The last time since I saw Aunt Lynn was when I was seven. Nine years had already passed, and long before I had turned true sixteen. My sweet sixteen billowed away gently and Aunt Lynn hadn't come to it. As a pang of disappointment and hurt hit me, I realized that she wouldn't come for my sweet sixteen. "Wh...
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