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Olivia Joy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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The Sliver Waters Slicers

Submitted to Contest #230

We’d all heard the warnings. “Come home straight from school, walk in big groups, don’t wander off in the dark alone.” The public service announcements had been seared into our minds coupled with the gory images of what would become of us if we did not take heed.  I anxiously checked my watch, 3:15 PM.  Sienna had promised she’d only be a few minutes. It had been 15 minutes already and with each tick of the clock my worry grew. The bus had left, and the walk home was at least another thirty minutes if we walked quickly. A loud cla...

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The labyrinthine of life

Submitted to Contest #228

This story contains themes of deathThea's stomach growled as a miscellany of aromas collided in the breeze of the food market. A distinct cloud of chicken curry smoke wafted across her face transporting her back in time. Where a 10 year old Thea looked on as her mother made a meal. She could almost hear the soft sound of her mother humming in unison with the clinking noise of her wooden spoon against the pot as she stirred. The different scents of spices blended together, some basil, a bit of coriander and a dash of her mothers secret ingred...

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Trust no one

After three days dead bodies begin to smell! Gigi frantically looked up at the clock, 12:15AM. With every tick of the clock the ferocious stench of death was creeping out of the wooden box that carried it. She hastily shoved a blood stained jacket into her small backpack and shot a look over her shoulder one last time as she reached for the door. The sound of faint whispers just beyond the door caused her to stop in her tracks, the blood drained from her face as she backed away in terror. As if someone had suddenly yelled at her to run she...

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