Quill Porter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

222 karma pts

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“SOLAR URTICARIA” by Quill Porter

Submitted to Contest #92

SOLAR URTICARIA |so-lar-uhr-tea-car-eyah| “-Sun allergy, also known as sun rash, is a rare sunlight allergy that causes hives to occur on sun-exposed skin. Itchy, reddish patches or welts appear within minutes of sun exposure. They will last anywhere from a few minutes to several hours. The cause of solar urticaria is unclear. The allergy can progress to a lifelong illness, but the effects can be controlled. additionally-” Two large pale hands gripped some blue dyed locks and pulled in frustration, hurting the scalp and slowly making i...

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“Ashes and Snow” by Quill Porter

Submitted to Contest #77

Micheal rubbed his hands together as he walked down the street. He has his mittens on so, why is it still so cold? The wind blew his long blonde hair, entangling the beads and knots he worked hours to unweave. He should've bought his hat too then? He looked around to see closed shops and stillness in the air. The stone walls contrasted the moss, snow, and soot remains. Even the cobblestone street he walked on has soot and undeniably dangerous fire scorches. As if a large fire burned the whole place. His hometown was quiet, it alw...

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“Libra” by Quill Porter

Submitted to Contest #51

I looked up to see the sky with twinkling stars smiling down on me. I snorted when I noticed that I began making patterns and connecting random stars. I then see the constellation, Libra. I paused and thought about how different we were. She is said to be graceful and fair-minded while as I am clumsy and indecisive. I stretched my right arm as if trying to reach the sky. It's so far away. As if it's an unreachable goal. I let my arm down and let out a sigh. What a pretty sky. A rustle of leaves made me twist my body and rest on m...

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“Golden” by Quill Porter

Submitted to Contest #50

Grey eyes looked longingly through the large stained glass. There stood a hand mannequin, elegantly posing and advertising a golden glittering ring. It was the late evening in December nineteen, Della stood in front of the jewelry store with freezing hands cupped to her face. Her tattered brown trench coat billowed as the cold breeze blew. Inside, she wore a simple green button-up shirt and blue jeans. Her brown boots dug into the snow piling up on the sidewalk. Della rubbed her bare hands as she continued to stare. Peop...

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“Confidence” by Quill Porter

Submitted to Contest #50

The crowd's cheer was deafening. So was Zanaya's heartbeat. She really couldn't help it. Her curly chocolate hair was neatly placed as a bun on top of her head. Her purple dress was gripped by her trembling ebony hands. Her feet shaking inside her silver sandals. Her palms sweating more than it should. Was she nervous? Another cheer erupted from the other side of the large red curtain. A shiver ran up her spine. So, it seems like she's nervous. She hears the rush of footsteps of the make-up artists rushing towards their clien...

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“Snow” by Quill Porter

Submitted to Contest #49

A silver needle went through a white fabric, dragging a yellow thread, continuing the flower-like pattern. Then the needle pricked a finger and blood stained the white cloth. Payton just sighed and placed her unfinished work aside. Taking a spare cloth from another basket beside her wooden rocking chair painted with white paint and pink flowers. As she rubbed her finger, her azure eyes stared out at the snow tinted window. A snowstorm blocking her vision to the outside world. She set the miscellaneous objects such as needles and fabric...

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“Coffee stain” by Quill Porter

Submitted to Contest #49

Hera bobbed her head slightly, as 'fuck the neighbors' by IRON REAGAN blasted in her large neon headphones. Her green-dyed hair french-braided at her back with a yellow ribbon. Her grey overly large sweater draping on her knees, accompanied by her brown scarf. Her black legging tucked in some brown uggs. Her clothes are greatly amplified with her whooping height of six foot three. Her pink lips turned into a smile as the train slowly came into view from her hazel eyes. She pulled out her phone and pressed next. Smoothly walking towards th...

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“Ascend” by Quill Porter

Submitted to Contest #48

They don't know about the things we do They don't know about the "I love yous" But I bet you if they only knew They would just be jealous of us, They don't know about the up all nights They don't know I've waited all my life Just to find a love that feels this right- The song of one direction continued to play, the phone vibrating against the brown bedside table. An old victorian lamp flickering, and small ten-kilo weight ring sat next to the phone. Beside the table is a large green dresser, doors opened and clothes were thrown...

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Author bio

Reading: I love to read stories, so don't hesitate to recommend me a good book to read. Writing: Just starting to get the hang of it actually. Would love to get criticisms and advice to improve it. Love: Please like and comment on your opinions. I love to read comments and the number of likes.