Priscilla 🌹

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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9 Stories

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“Spring Will Be Here Soon” by Priscilla 🌹

Submitted to Contest #227

“I can understand why someone would want to be friends with me.” She looked at the stone in her hand, turned it over once, twice with her thumb and her fingers. “What I don’t understand is why someone would love me. Fall in love with me, I mean.”She threw the stone as hard as she could. It flew through the air and landed with a splash, sending ripples across the surface of the lake.The two sat on a bench. It was an old bench. The boards bent when the girl shifted in her seat, creaked against her weight. The plaque on the front said someone u...

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“Young Bimori” by Priscilla 🌹

Submitted to Contest #92

The lantern flickers. Bimori pauses. Shadows dance on the surface of the paper, weaving in between Bimori’s script and casting wisps of greys and blacks on the parchment. Pen unmoving, Bimori waits for the light to still and then continues to write.  “...Essay 1, Winter Semester--” The light jerks away, flickering violently. Bimori does not move.  “You know I hate it when you do that,” Bimori says, barely above a whisper. They look up at the lantern and the flame stills suddenly. Bimori stares at the wick, but the flame only ...

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“Imposters” by Priscilla 🌹

Submitted to Contest #61

“How about you start by telling me what happened the other night?” Her pen hovered over the clipboard on her knee. I sat in a large armchair across from her that always sunk too low to lean back comfortably. “I was in the airplane,” I began. Her pen scribbled. “Everything was fine at first. Then they closed the doors. I heard the airlock hiss and then the vents--” I paused. The scratching of pen on paper stopped. “Then the vents turned on,” I continued. “You know, the ones that blow air above every seat? They say recycled air has no smell...

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“Who'd Ever Come To Woodsmere?” by Priscilla 🌹

Submitted to Contest #59

If you had asked me this morning what the town of Woodsmere was to me, I’d have said it was a convenient pit stop on the way to my parent’s place upstate where I filled up on gas and road trip snacks. I’d never spent more than 15 minutes in the place, partly because my asthma couldn’t take the dry heat of the valley, but mostly because the only thing worse than this barren wasteland of a town, was the people in it.  Every interaction I’d had with a Woodsmere local was unpleasant. Once, while filling up with gas, I smiled politely to ...

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“No One Exists Without Polarities” by Priscilla 🌹

Submitted to Contest #55

Jay was her best friend. Had been her best friend for years, in fact. They did everything together. Played video games, did homework, spent lunchtimes at school together. Ro knew everything there was to know about Jay. That is, up until about 9 months ago. “I gotta go,” Jay blurted. “It’s only 6,” Ro said with a glance at her phone. “I know, I forgot I have to do a thing. Sorry. I’ll see you at school, yeah?” Jay replied as he packed his things. Before she knew it, he had  bolted out the door with a wave and smile. Like cloc...

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“Traviesos” by Priscilla 🌹

Submitted to Contest #53

“A little to the left!”  “Ih thi goo?” “What?!”  “Ih thi goo!” “I can’t understand a word you’re saying!” Sam stood in the grass, head tilted up, mouth wide open, his face covered in sticky, red blotches. Approximately twenty feet above him, was Tony. One arm wrapped around a thick branch of a tree, and the other outstretched, holding a melting popsicle by the stick. A drop of liquid fell, and with a little plink made its landing below. The summer heat beat down on the boys and the frozen dessert. Every few seconds, ...

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“Imprints” by Priscilla 🌹

Submitted to Contest #52

“Shit,” she gasps. The coins clatter off the countertop and onto the floor as the stitching in her coin purse bursts open. “Sorry, let me just…” she  mutters, dropping to her knees. She picks as many coins as she can into her hands, trying to ignore the line of customers forming behind her. “One seventy-five, right?” her eyes lock onto her palms as she picks out three quarters. She puts the money on the counter and walks out hastily, grabbing her coffee with her left hand and shoving the remaining casualties from her coin purse in...

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“Kintsukuroi” by Priscilla 🌹

Submitted to Contest #49

He clenched his grip tighter around the umbrella as a frozen gust of wind and rain threatened to wrench it from his grasp. It was cold, colder than most November evenings. And the bus was late. Again.  The man stood at the bus stop, accompanied only by grey puddles and a light rain that peppered his umbrella. Even the streets were empty, save for the occasional car on its way to complete a last-minute errand. He sighed and glanced at his watch. Any minute now, he grumbled for what seemed like the hundredth time. He shrugged deeper int...

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“Golden Lights” by Priscilla 🌹

Submitted to Contest #47

You check the time. Perfect. As intended, you’ve arrived fashionably late. Tie straight, hair smooth, breath clean, shoes shined, cuffs cuffed. Again. Tie straight, hair smooth, breath clean, shoes shined, cuffs cuffed. Always good to go over the routine before entering. Though why bother, you wonder? You could walk in there wearing a potato sack and they would swoon all the same. In fact, they’d probably be relieved you decided to arrive in the first place. “Oh we’d just love to have you there!” “Please do come.” “We arranged to have t...

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