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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020
Submitted to Contest #51
The stars were beginning to appear in the sky, they looked timid. She still had to wait, it was not yet full dark and what little light there still was would burn her. She turned away from the window. The special UV filtered glass had been the best thing she had ever bought. She had always loved the sun. She was determined to kill the son of a bitch who had cursed her with vampirism. She sat in the chair and stared aimlessly at in the direction of the TV, ignoring her stomach growling. It was like her hunger knew when it was nearly safe to g...
Thomas was a proud strong man. He had lived a proud strong life. Now he sat on his bed wondering where his left shoe was? It had been there when he went to bed he was quite sure, at least he thought, he was quite sure he had been wearing shoes yesterday. Thomas was in his mid 80’s, his mind was beginning to wonder off. Sometimes it didn’t come back for days, and then only to check in to see if body was doing OK. Mind wanted to be young and carefree again, not trapped in old and ageing body. So mind went off into its memories of being a boy o...
Submitted to Contest #50
The tree house was well built, sturdy with a hidden trapped door that could lock from the inside. A balcony wrapped around it. The friends were standing on the balcony, lagers in hand chatting about the weather, how English of them. It was a hot day, about 1 pm. The group glistened with sweat. There were four of them, Abbie who was petite but tough. A tomboy. William, Tall, strong a natural leader. John a rotund boy with thick glasses and an asthma inhaler addiction and Wendy slightly smaller than William but taller that the others, a gymnas...
Submitted to Contest #49
I waited for you for what feel like so long. I know it wasn’t really that long. But, boy did it feel like it. The first time I held you in my arms you were so little, so vulnerable. All claws and scratches wanting to be put back down because you were so scared. I was too, but I knew given time we would be inseparable. However, before that day there were the preparations needed to be done for your arrival. I needed to kitten proof the house, find the right bowls, mess mats, litter box, litter and food. I spent hours browsing in shops and onli...
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