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Olivia Rozanski

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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And Home We Went

Olivia Rozanski

*This story contains themes of child abuse and neglect It is not a true story, however the theme may ring true for many* I’m lost. And I know you are too. We’re scattered and broken, left on the streets to rot, or shoved behind closed doors to hide from the lady who comes once a week. That lady is supposed to help us, protect us. So how come everytime she leaves, we gain another bruise, another cut, another scar. I feel lost, and alone. And I know you do too. No, don’t. Don’t feel sorry for me. For usOur parents who broug...

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In my head

Olivia Rozanski

They are watching I feel their eyes crawl over me as I make my way down the street, scattering the leaves that were laid to rest on the gravel road. I tossed a look over my shoulder. The empty street blinked back at me, the wind's taunts swirling around me. They are watching me. I forced my feet to hurry as I hurried along the sidewalk like a lost rodent. I won’t let them get to me. I won’t allow them to take and control every aspect of my life. I won’t, I won’t, I won’t! I shook my head as if I could shake out the thoughts of my ...

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those painted blue eyes

Olivia Rozanski

“Coffee for Layla?” “Right here,” I answered, reaching forward. The barista started to smile, then stopped, her smile fading and her eyes widening in recognition. “You-, you're the girl who’s friend went missing, right?” Wow, no shame whatsoever. “Umm, yeah,” I answered, turning away. She continued questioning. “Isn't it kinda ironic that she was on her way to get you a gift? For your birthday?” Damn, this lady won’t give up. I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I guess it is,” I answered dryly. People were starting to look...

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Spiegel Grove

Olivia Rozanski

Turn left down Brownstone Avenue “Yeah,Yeah,” I muttered under my breath, turning the wheel. Trees dashed outside of my window, branches spiraling through the air. My eyes darted between the navigator screen and the windshield. The blue arrow, marking me on the map of endless things, poked along slowly as my car inched along the lonely road. I looked at the time. “Fuck!” I was late. Again. I stepped on the gas pedal, jolting my car forward. Poor thing. It was already 10 years old. It was ready for retirement. But I was too broke to afford th...

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